her face, and she gently raises her hand to cup Sophia’s cheek as she falls, finally, to sleep.
“Shhhhhhhhh,” Bunny hisses, grinning. “Quiet! The little princess is finally asleep.”
Sully and Trey fall obediently silent, then start pantomiming trying to beat each other up. Honestly, it’s like everybody reverted back to teenage years here.
Carefully Bunny stands, then tips forward to lean Sophia toward us.
“Say good night to your daddies, Sophia,” Bunny stage whispers.
“Good night! Good night!”
Cradling her gently, Bunny leaves the patio to put Sophia to bed. Everyone turns around and stares at me expectantly.
“What?” I ask.
“I think you know what,” Sully smirks.
Spencer gives me an expectant look. Brock and Trey both hold their hands out like they’re waiting for something.
“This isn’t up to me, Sully. You’re the one who told Spencer to offer her a nanny-only contract, aren’t you?”
Everybody turns toward Sully, glaring at him accusingly.
“I suppose so,” he admits uncomfortably. “But you’re still in charge, Royce, right? Isn’t that what you’re always telling us?”
I cross my arms over my chest. This feels good. This is like beating Sully at handball or something. Like that kind of good.
“So… should we vote?” I suggest.
Spencer drags out his cell phone then flinches and places it facedown when Sully kicks him under the table.
“What… I just thought maybe I should take notes or something.”
I think for a second, trying to figure out exactly what I want to say. But I know that Bunny won’t be gone for very long, so it’s gotta be quick.
“All right,” I finally announce, leaning toward the table. “The issue to vote on is: do you want to bring Bunny into our lives as our sole object of affection, the approved female vessel of all our spunk, the woman we plan on boning until she won’t let us bone her anymore, all in good faith, and for as long as possible? Please answer yes or no.”
“Boning?” Spencer raises an eyebrow.
“That’s not a yes or no,” Brock reminds him.
“I’m going to say yes,” Sully begins.
“Really?” Spencer asks.
Sully shrugs. “What. I just had to think about it. I thought about it. My answer is yes.”
“Well, my answer is yes,” Spencer nods.
“Yes,” Brock and Trey answer together.
“My answer is also yes. Spencer? Can you prepare the papers?”
“Well, aren’t you forgetting a step?” comes a voice from behind us. We all twist around to see Bunny, illuminated from behind by the light in the great room. The wind whips her short skirt around her thighs as she grins at us.
“Don’t you want to sign the papers first?” Spencer suggests.
“No… I want all of you first,” she announces. “That’s the deal, right? All of you?”