Chapter Eighty-Five

"Reagan, did you ask Stephen to come over?" I asked him.

"No, why are you asking?" he replied.

"Because he is coming up with Zack, and I do not remember when I invited him over; I just wanted to have a good dinner with Zack."

He picked up his phone, "Then I will send him back."

I grabbed his hand and shook my head, "Since he already arrived here, I do not want to send him away. I am practicing killing people with kindness these days."

"Whatever you want," he said, taking my hand in his and escorting me to the dining room. We sat down, and his phone started ringing.

"Yes, let them in," he said, dropping his phone.

"Your brothers are here."

I smoothed my dress and stood up. When the door opened and the workers held the door for Zack and Stephen to pass through, I moved closer and hugged Zack.

"You look beautiful, sister," he whispered in my ear, and I smiled.

"Thanks, and you look quite dashing in your clothes too, but I would still choose Reagan over you," I teased, and he smiled.

"For