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I turned to face her, pulling her around to me, but lost her eyes in the process when they slid to the floor. I slid my hand to her neck and pressed my thumb up under her chin. She met my gaze.

“He saw my interest and wanted to check if I was serious. I told him I was as long as you were into me in the same way and made it clear you were.”

“Was this around the time of the tattoo?”

She was fishing for clues, but I grinned. “No. Your dad talked to me recently.”

“Oh… okay.”

I couldn’t resist dipping down to brush my lips against hers. My grin grew when she blushed.

“What’s this about a tattoo?” Nicky asked.

“Nothing,” Swan said quickly.

“Hang the fuck on,” Deanna said. “Is. This. Real?”

Swan drew in a deep breath, facing the others, and I curled an arm around her waist as she said, “Drake and I are dating.”

Christ, it was good to hear her say it.

Deanna bounced around and squealed. Until she just as quickly gasped and stilled. “Can I call Zara? Does your mother know?”

Since they were best friends, of course Deanna would want to tell my mum.

“As far as I know, she doesn’t.”

“Can I call her? Can I?”

I glanced down to Swan, who shrugged. “It’s up to you.”

Shrugging right back, I tipped my chin up. “Go for it.”

Deanna snatched up her phone, unlocked it, and pressed on Mum’s number. She placed it to her ear. “You won’t believe what happened. … Your son and my daughter. … They’re dating. … No, I’m not joking. … They’re standing right in front of me, and he’s got his arm around her. They kissed. This is 100 percent real. … I know!” She beamed over at us. Obviously both mothers were happy about our relationship, and I had a feeling it was because they loved the idea of them being related in some way one day.

Like the day I married Swan.

Holy shit.

My gut just swirled over the thought of sliding my ring on Swan’s finger.

Calm the fuck down, idiot. We ain’t there yet.

Yet was the key word.

CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

DRAKE

We’d ended up having dinner at Swan’s parents’ place with my folks. The mums watched me and Swan with obvious glee while our dads eyed us as if we were a science experiment. And Nicky was just bummed his dad didn’t beat my arse for wanting to be in his sister’s world.

It wasn’t until after dinner when we sat in the living room that Nicky walked into the room and stood in front of me with his arms crossed. “Can we talk?”

Everyone grew quiet.

I nodded. Nicky went to wait by the stairs while I brushed my lips over Swan’s temple before I stood from the couch we’d been sitting on.

As I walked up the stairs after Swan’s brother, I noticed the mothers flying to Swan’s side to drill her with questions.

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