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Lucy grabs the beaten book the customer brought in and throws it at Logan’s head. He ducks just in time. “Get out!”

“I’m leaving!” he laughs out, his hand already on the door.

“Hey, Logan?” I call out.

He stops, turns to me. “Yeah?”

“Thanks for the advice,” I tell him. “It was very… helpful.”

He stands taller, almost as if he’s proud. “I’m glad, Mini Roman.”

60

Addie

We get to the ballpark before anyone else, and so I lead us to the bleachers, exactly where the Prestons sit, and we share a bag of Starbursts while we catch up on everything we haven’t mentioned in our daily text exchanges or phone calls.

“Dayna’s picked up a new hobby since you’ve been gone,” Griffin says from beside me.

I turn to my other side and face Dayna. “Another craft?”

She nods. “Candle making.”

“Nice!”

“You know what my dream is, Addie?” Griffin says, and when I turn to him, he’s looking out at the empty field ahead. “When we eventually buy a house, I’d like to build a little crafty cabin in the backyard, just for Dayna. She can get away from the kids when she needs to and just… relax. Be in her space.”

“Griffin,” I coo. “That’syour dream?”

“To see my wife happy?” He shrugs, turning to me. “That’s any decent man’s dream.”

“No,” Dayna says. “That’s agoodman’s dream, and that’s exactly what you are, Griffin Sabler.”

I pout. “I want to be both of you when I grow up.”

“Speaking of…” Dayna nudges my side, then motions toward to the entrance of the park. “There’s your man.”

The twins walk side by side, Lincoln carrying all the gear while Liam carries Benny on his back.

“You ever mistake Lincoln for Liam?” Griffin asks me.

“Absolutely not. I don’t know how anyone could.”

“They’re identical twins, Addie,” Dayna laughs out. “Not just biologically, but actuallyidentical.”

I shrug. “Not to me.” I watch Liam look up at the bleachers, his teeth showing with his smile when he spots me. I wave. He waves back. Then he lowers Benny onto his feet and hands him something. A second later, Benny’s running toward us. I get up, meeting him at the fence. He has a hat in one hand and sunscreen in the other. “From Uncle Twinny.” He beams up at me. Then points to his jersey, then to mine, adding, “Hey, we’re matching!”

“I know.”

“It’s too big for you,” he laughs out.

“That’s because it’s your uncle Twinny’s.” I dab his nose, smiling when he does. “Tell him I said thank you.”

“Okay.” He leans back, shimmying his shoulders, and of course, I do the same. He laughs at that, before racing back to his uncles.

I sit back with my foster parents and immediately slip on the hat, then the sunscreen.

“Did you ask him to bring that?” Dayna asks.

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