When Seth returned to the table that held his brothers, he felt their collective gazes on him. He drank his beer in silence. They’d acted like they’d wanted to say something all evening, but he wasn’t about to help them along.
Lizzie and Trent had left to put Bea to bed, Lizzie whispering that Seth needed to “get his head out of his ass” before patting him on the back. Helpful, he thought. As if he were the one giving off a million mixed signals.
As the youngest boy in the family, Seth had been known for pranks—along with Lizzie, his partner in crime—and getting whatever he wanted. Until Jubilee had come along.
Now, Seth felt stupidly young, with his older brothers at turns frowning and then shaking their heads at him. It reminded him of the time he and Lizzie had put a box of toads in
