“You picked a hell of a day to sleep in,” another voice joined in. “I’d like to get this over with. I don’t like leaving Annabeth alone all that long.”
Annabeth. Kylee remembered her. Sweet, pretty, very pregnant. Chances were this was Ryder.
“She’s probably grateful for the break,” another voice said. Probably Hunter.
She sucked in a deep breath. Looked like she was going to be having breakfast with the whole Boone family.
“Would have been nice if someone let me know what was happening,” Fisher said.
“I did,” Archer argued. “I sent you a text.”
Fisher sighed.
“Eat,” Archer continued. “The water pipe isn’t going to fix itself.”
“Coffee’s in the kitchen,” someone said.
Fisher turned, giving his head the slightest shake before he asked her, “You want some coffee?”
She nodded.
“Kitchen’s this way,” he said, taking her hand and pulling her after him.
“You’re out of creamer,” Renata said as Fisher came into the kitchen. And then she saw Kylee. “Well, good morning.” She was all smiles. “I’m guessing you didn’t get Archer’s text?”
Kylee accepted the mug Fisher offered her. She knew Fisher’s brothers were staring at her, but there wasn’t anything she could do about it. Except be absolutely delighted that finding a woman with Fisher was an uncommon occurrence.
There was a skillet of eggs, a tower of tortillas, another skillet with potatoes, and a mountain of bacon and sausage on a plate. Her stomach grumbled again. When was the last time she’d eaten?
“Can I do anything?” Kylee asked.
“No,” Archer answered. “There might be enough for you, if you’re hungry.”
Fisher smacked him on the back of the head. “She’s my guest, Archer, so try to be nice.” He handed her a plate. “Help yourself, Kylee.”
She took it, warming at the affection on his face
. “Thank you.”
He winked at her.
“You two are a little too chipper this morning,” Ryder said. “I need more coffee.”
Kylee made her plate, went around to the other side of the bar and sat on the last bar stool. She watched the brothers serve themselves, shoving and pushing and acting like kids.
“I don’t think they ever grow up.” Renata sat beside her. “Nice to see you.”
Kylee smiled.
“Shawn had a good time last night,” Hunter said, eating his breakfast taco while he leaned against the counter. “He taught Eli how to play poker.”
Kylee’s smile dimmed. “He did? He shouldn’t—”
“We played for gummy bears and he won.” Hunter smiled. “The gummy bears were Jo’s idea so don’t blame me if his stomach hurts. I’m pretty sure he and Eli ate them all.”
She laughed, knowing her little brother was a card shark. “Thank you,” Kylee said.
“He’s a good kid.” Hunter nodded. “He said you raised him so you get the credit for that. Jo can bring him home around eleven if you want.”