Page 29 of Cabin Fever Baby

He looked up from his plate, his knife and fork paused. “You know them?”

Hell, I shouldn’t have opened my mouth. I shrugged. “I know a little bit about a lot of things.”

His brow furrowed.

Ripper Records had used Eden for a number of the festivals Quentin had been a part of for the last two summers.

God, had he worked on Q’s account? Shoot.

“So, your family is in town?”

He lifted his forkful of dripping syrup and French toast then he scraped the tines of the fork with his teeth before chewing slowly. He seemed to have a mini conversation with himself before he allowed the subject change. “Yeah, my parents and my older brother live on the lake. Are you from around here?”

I shook my head. “A friend talked up the town, and I booked it impulsively. I’m originally from the Catskills area.”

“Oh, definitely a bit different. Almost the same snow, though.”

I laughed. “The ski places wish they could get this kind of snow without adding powder. Though these houses are definitely in better shape than the ones in my small town.”

“What’s the name?”

“Rawlings. You probably haven’t heard of it.”

He shook his head. “No, but New York is full of tiny towns all over the damn place.”

“That’s so true. Rawlings is mostly a tourist town, which made me a bit nostalgic shopping around Main Street here.”

He glanced at the big windows that were more than decorated, thanks to me and my Target credit card. “Did this place come done up?”

Blushing, I looked down at my plate. “I wanted it to be perfect for my family. We’re kind of scattered these days since my parents sold our childhood house. Said they wanted to travel since the last of us finally moved out.”

“Ah. Yeah, that’s hard. My parents managed to join the empty nesters club for all of two years before my mom had a surprise pregnancy.”

I glanced up. “Pardon?”

“I know. She had us young. Callum and then me and my brothers.”

“How many brothers?”

“I’m one of triplets, then Cal.”

“Triplets?” I squeaked.

“Yep. And no, not because of fertility things.”

“I wouldn’t have asked.”

He mopped up the last of the syrup with his bacon and popped it in his mouth. After he chewed and swallowed, he grinned. “Most people do. Just the luck of the draw on genetics.”

“So where do you land?”

“The youngest by two minutes. Finn is next and then Lennox. And now we’ve got a little sister, Cara. She’s almost three.”

“Whoa.”

He laughed and sat back in his chair. “What my dad said. So instead of the little condo they planned on, they ended up building a house by my brother right on the lake.”

“What does your dad do?”