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Gray turned in the plastic bowling seat and faced Avery. “I really wish you’d stop saying that. I think I’ve proven how far I will go to ensure we’re all okay.”

Avery frowned.

“I know, by law, you took legal responsibility. But that doesn’t mean I’m not responsible for them, just as much as you are.”

“I didn’t mean it like that—”

“Regardless what you mean, it makes me feel as if I’m a burden, getting in the way.”

Avery paused. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to discount what you bring to our family. I couldn’t do this without you, Uncle Gray.”

Gray lifted his chin. “Thank you.” He looked over at Avery. “Jamie’s aware of the legalities. That you are their guardian, but he also knows I help you when we’re both dealing with our heat.”

“Wait… you told him I was an omega?”

Gray paused, his mouth dropping open. “I suppose… I did. We discussed our families, and it just came out.”

“Damnit. What if he sees me outside the quadrant? He’s a mated omega… he has the freedom to leave here. I could run into him out in the world.”

“I doubt your paths will ever cross. The city is huge and from what little we’ve talked, Jamie rarely leaves the Family Quadrant—other than to come see me or the surrogacy solicitor.” Gray moved closer. “And even if he did see you, I know he wouldn’t say anything. He’s kind… and generous. Look what he’s doing to help me take care of the family.”

“Jamie does seem to be a very thoughtful man, what little I know of him.”

Gray smiled. “He is. He’ll make a wonderful papa.”

“I’m glad to hear it. For your sake and mine.”

Gray sat up a bit straighter. “I should invite him to dinner one night… so you guys can meet him, really get to know him a little. Perhaps you’d have fewer misgivings about what I was doing if you had that chance.”

“Maybe,” Avery said.

“I’ll call him tomorrow. See what I can set up.”

Avery sat down beside his uncle and put an arm around the man’s shoulders. “If you’d told me a few months ago where we’d be right now, I’d have called you a liar.”

Gray chuckled. “Me, too.” He smiled at his nephew. “We’re going to be okay.”

“From your lips to the gods’ ears.”

Chapter Fourteen

Family matters…

Jamie sat beside his alpha at the family table as the servants moved about the outskirts of the dining room.

“Are you going to attend the ball slated for next Friday evening?” Jamie’s papa asked his brother Wilder, making small talk as dinner was served.

His papa looked as elegant as always. An omega band of diamonds graced one middle finger, along with another band for each decade he was with his alpha. The trio could blind someone when they caught the light. That, along with his designerÁo dài—a long Asian inspired silk tunic over soft trousers—with gemstone clasp and the extensive up-do twisted stylishly, his papa was the epitome of how a rich, claimed mate was expected to present himself.

Wynter Jaymes always showed that perfect face to the world.

“I hadn’t planned on it,” Wilder admitted.

Papa gasped. “You haven’t been to a ball in ages. How are you supposed to find your omega?”

“Idon’t.”

Jamie chuckled and met his brother’s gaze.

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