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We both chuckle at that.

“Don’t let Chloe see that tattoo; she’ll make me get one.”

“Arabella got one as well.”

He arches an eyebrow. “She got your name tattooed across her chest?”

“No, one of these on her shoulder blade,” I say, pointing to the praying hands on my left pec. “In memory of her mother.”

“She lost her mother too?”

“When she was ten years old, her father intentionally sether mother on fire. Poor Arabella had to witness her burn alive.”

“The fuck!”

“I know. You can understand why I have nothing to worry about when it comes to her. I think she’d be glad to see that cocksucker six feet under.”

“Makes two of us.”

Chapter 24

Arabella

“Good morning,” Chloe says when I enter the kitchen. “Did you sleep well?”

“Like a baby.”

“Same,” she replies, smiling. “All that dancing probably helped. I haven’t slept that deeply in a very long time.”

“Probably,” I reply with a small laugh.

“I had the best time with you last night.”

“Me too.” Which is true, but it also made me miss my sister even more. I bet she had a miserable Christmas with Papa. Not only wouldn’t she have gotten any gifts, other than the ones I posted over, she would’ve spent her day waiting on Papa and his men. “Would you mind if I made myself a coffee?”

“No, go for it.”

“Do you want one?”

She screws up her nose. “I wish, but coffee is a big no-no when you’re pregnant,” she says as she rubs her hand over her small baby bump before lifting the glass in front of her. “It’s apple juice for me for the next few months, I’m afraid.”

I place down the mug in my hand and take a step back from the coffee machine. “Oh. I might have juice as well.”

“Don’t be silly,” Chloe says, rising from her stool. “I don’t want you missing out on my account.”

“I … umm …”

“You … umm, what?” she asks.

My eyes scan the kitchen, making sure we’re alone. “I’m late,” I whisper.

“Late?”

“My period.”

She gasps. “You think you’re PG?”

“I don’t know what that means.”

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