Ethan Pov Sunday mornings in the Cole mansion were never quiet.I sat at the long dining table, scrolling through emails even though it was the weekend. A habit. Or a curse. Hard to tell anymore."Ethan," my mother started in her usual warning tone, "keep the phone away during breakfast."I ignored her.She cleared her throat louder."Ethan. Phone. Down."I dropped it on the table with a sigh. "Happy?""No," she said immediately. "I'll be happy when you give me good news."Here we go.My father folded down his newspaper slightly. "By 'good news,' your mother means—""I know what she means," I muttered, reaching for my black coffee."No, clearly you don't," my brother Ryan chimed in, grinning like the idiot he proudly was. "Because you're still single. At thirty-two. Tragic.""Oh, I am," he said, stuffing a bite of toast into his mouth. "I'm just also focused on your sad bachelor life. You sure you're not just married to your laptop, bro?"Before I could respond, my sister Sierra chim
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