The Brothers Hawthorne (The Inheritance Games, #4)

by Jennifer Lynn Barnes

“and I am definitely not writing a book entitled The Care and Feeding of Your Broody Twenty-Year-Old Brother.” Grayson’s eyes narrowed to slits. “I can assure you,” Xander said with great solemnity, “it doesn’t have pictures.”

Gigi’s breath hitched. “You must hate him. And us.” “No.” Grayson spoke with the full force of the authority he’d been raised to assume in every interaction. The authority that had never worked on her. “Juliet, no.”

One, two, three. Neither one of them counted out loud. They didn’t have to.

“It’s been a while since we’ve heard from Jamie,” Xander added amiably. “He’s due for some yodeling. Take all the time you need, Gray.”

Avery laid her hand flat on one of the stones. “First person to find a stone that turns gets to choose the destination for our next trip?” Jameson smiled. “You’ve got yourself a wager, Heiress.”

“As it turns out, it’s surprisingly difficult to make up knock-knock jokes on the spot.” Xander paused.

Grayson glanced back. Gigi continued staring at the agent, unblinking, intense. Then she shrugged. “Still not telekinetic,” she announced, before flitting past the agent. She hooked her arms through Savannah’s. “You never know until you try.”

Being a Hawthorne meant many things, and the best of those was this. Them. Us. “Got any cookies?” Grayson asked quietly. “I always have cookies!” Xander disappeared into the suite’s kitchen and came back with a half-empty package of double-stuffed Oreos and the single tallest Oreo that Grayson had ever seen. “Octuple-stuffed Oreo?” Xander offered.

“When didn’t I stop for pie?” Xander replied philosophically.