Page 91 of Tinsel in Telluride

Enzo shakes his head and sets the cup of coffee—presumably for Leigh, considering neither of us drinks the stuff—down on the kitchen island. “I hope you know what you’re doing.”

“I do.” There’s a renewed confidence in my voice that wasn’t there yesterday.And God does it feel good. Nothing can bring me down. Not today. Not when Leigh and I are finally in a good place.

Enzo raises a skeptical brow but doesn’t push the subject. “And the boxes?”

“Oh, they’re the presents for Zach that I had Carson pick up from Leigh’s apartment in New York.”

“All of them?” Accusatory disbelief laces his tone. “I just don’t see Leigh going overboard like that on gifts. You, on the other hand…”

I shrug, rounding the kitchen counter to grab a cup and pour myself a glass of water. “Okay, so maybe I also bought him a few things.”

“A few?”

“Okay, a lot of things,” I admit, knowing damn well I’m never going to hear the end of it from Leigh. But I don’t care. It’s my first Christmas with Zach. I’m allowed to spoil the kid.

“Speaking of Zach.” I glance in the direction of the main house. “Where is he?”

“He’s in the main house drinking coffee and watching that male stripper movie with Holt.”Enzo says it with suchnonchalance that it’s entirely impossible to tell if he’s serious or not.

I slam down my glass and reach for my jacket, ready to make heads roll. “Fucking hell, Enzo. He’s two.”

My twin tips his head back and lets out a rough laugh. “God, what kind of uncle do you take me for?”

“The kind who has never been around a kid in his life.”

“I resent that statement. I dated that one girl from back home who had a kid.”

“You were going to marry her, Enzo, and it was a puppy, not a kid. And afterwards you decided you were never dating anyone with an attachment to animals again.”

“It was the same thing. She dressed the damn thing in clothes.” Enzo huffs and eyes the bar cart in the corner, and I’m fairly certain if I keep down the avenue of the woman in question, he’ll make his way over there and pour us doubles of the first alcohol he finds.

I shake my head and drop it. “What’s Zach really doing?”

“He’s dressed, has a fresh diaper, and is eating pancakes while watchingScooby Doowith Bash and Holt.”

“The new one or the old one?”

“The old one, duh,” Enzo scoffs, rolling his eyes. “Again, what kind of uncle do you take me for?”

A good one, but I’m not about to inflate his ego. He already knows I’d trust him with my life and that of my son.

My gaze softens as I connect with his, and we share a twin moment. “Thank you for taking care of him.”

“You’re welcome,” he says with a tilt of his head. “You and Leigh deserved a night to…reconnect.”

The way he says reconnect, like he’s wary of it, has the hairs on the back of my neck raising. “You don’t sound convinced.”

“That’s because I’m not sure if what I have in my pocket is going to make things better or worse.”

“What is it?” I ask, eyes narrowed on his jacket.

Enzo reaches into his coat to the inner pocket and pulls out a folded-over envelope that is far too large to be a Christmas card.

Shit.

The moment I see it, I already know what it is. So much for nothing being able to bring me down today.

“They came in,” I choke out, swallowing past the fear in my throat.

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