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Meanwhile, I’m in the back seat burning alive from embarrassment.

Liam and I share a total of zero words in the few minutes it takes for Lincoln to return. “What the hell isdance studioand why is it on the list?” Linc asks, practically throwing his new purchase at Liam.

“Oh, yeah. I wanted to check out this kids’ dance class for Benny.”

Lincoln whips his eyes to Liam, his face pinched. “Are you fuckinginsane?”

“What?”

“You want to go somewhere children might be half dressed—predominately little girls, I assume—and then what? Justwatchthem? As a grown-ass man? Byyourself?!”

“I—” Liam drops his head, then says, just above a whisper, “I was going to wear a disguise.”

“Oh, yeah, that’s way less creepy,” Linc deadpans. “Show me the disguise, wise guy.”

Liam chuckles, reaching into his backpack again. I remove my seat belt so I can slide across the seat and watch as he puts on a different hat, aviator sunglasses, and… a fake mustache.

I stifle my laugh.

Lincoln busts out his. “You lookexactlylike someone who would do what you’re planning!” He slams his fist on the dash. “Damn, we should’ve brought the minivan. PaintedFree Puppieson the outside.”

I can’t hold in my laughter anymore.

“Shut up!” Liam says, but he’s laughing, too, still wearing the ridiculous disguise.

A car pulls up next to us, and I instantly recognize the man who gets out. “Hey, it’s the umpire from Benny’s game.”

“Fucking asshole,” Liam mutters.

“Ooh, I love hating people.” Linc rubs his hands together, then stops. “Why do we hate him?”

“He wouldn’t let Addie on the field the other day. I had to pay him.”

“Fucking asshole,” Lincoln mutters.

“And he talked shit about Benny’s grandparents,” I chime in.

Lincoln’s eyes snap to mine. “He talked shit about Papa Preston?”

Liam’s the one who answers. “And Papa Kovacs.”

“Fuckingasshole,” Lincoln repeats, louder this time.

“Right?” I roll my eyes. “One of you should piss on his door handle.”

Swear, I’ve never seen the twins look so identical as they both turn to me, their eyes huge, right before they grin wide. Lincoln’s the one who speaks. “Adelaide Baker, you evil little witch!”

“Fuck it!” Liam mumbles, adjusting his mustache. He gets out of the car, and Lincoln and I watch in shock as he doesexactlywhat I suggested.

As soon as he’s back in, he reaches into his backpack, pulls out hand sanitizer, and pours it in his palm. Linc puts the truck in reverse, then eyes me through the rearview. “Put your seat belt on, Baby Baker.”

“Baby Baker?” I mumble, doing as he asks.

“Aww, Baby Baker,” Liam teases, twisting around to face me completely.

I shake my head. “Don’t get used to that.”

He pouts—adorable.“But I like it.”

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