“Pops, you have the worst poker face in the world,” Royce teased him.
“He’s a thousand times better than that loser Hollands,” Huxley bluntly stated.
“Yeah, he is,” Micky agreed, but with a playful tone. Annika’s eyes widened at her sister’s playful demeanor, knowing what she was insinuating.
“MCKENNA!” All of the men hollered in disapproval. Madalena shook her head quietly.
“When is he supposed to be back?” Huxley asked.
“Umm, five or six days, hopefully,” Annika replied.
“Tell him to come to the penthouse. We want to meet him.” Annika beamed at her eldest brother.
“Says who!?” Beau exclaimed. Huxley gave his father a side-eye glance. Beau snarled in annoyance at his son for seeing right through him. He got up to get a refill. The rest of the table started to snicker.
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