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I almost choke on my tongue at her question. Babies arenotsomething we've discussed, and I'm not sure I'm ready to have that kind of talk just yet. This is still very new, and I want to see how things go with the five of us before we start thinking of adding more.
"Now that's a discussion for Gracie and me, don't you think?" He boops Olivia on the nose and the little girl giggles. "Would you like those snuggles with Daddy now?" he asks her, and Olivia nods her head eagerly.
I sniffle and hike my thumb in the direction of the open bedroom door. "I'm just going to run down to my room to take a quick shower."
Both Olivia and Ang give me a smile before walking out of the girls’ room. I take a moment to get my bearings before I charge downstairs and head straight for the in-law suite.
When I finally make it back to my room, I'm an emotional mess. I wasn't prepared to start my day with that intense of a conversation, and now all I want to do is climb into bed and hide under the blankets.
I don't get a chance to do that, though, because my phone on the nightstand starts buzzing.
For a brief moment I wonder who could possibly be calling me this early in the morning, but I don't have to guess for long once I glance at the screen.
Thirty-eight missed text messages and fourteen missed calls and voicemails. All from the same number. I don't even have to see them to know who could possibly be that insistent.
Curiosity gets the better of me, though, and I read a few of them before blocking the number.
Unknown Number
Stop ignoring me, Grace.
No one but Jeremy calls me Grace. I don't even like my given name.
Unknown Number
You can't ignore me forever.
Unknown Number
Who do you think you are?
Unknown Number
You're going to regret this.
Unknown Number
I'm going to find you and make your life a living hell.
I slam the phone down on the bed. Jeremy can go screw himself.
Chapter Twenty-Three
ANGELO
Gracie's phone won't stop buzzing on the island, and the looks she keeps giving it tell me something’s wrong.
"Do you need to answer that?" I finally ask after the tenth or so notification. I glance over and see a text that makes my blood run cold.
Unknown Number
Answer your phone, bitch, or you're not going to like the consequences.
Anger consumes me. "Ummm … who the hell is texting you?"
"Daddy!" Zoey hollers. "Language."
I force myself to find a shred of patience. It isn't my daughter's fault someone is sending nasty texts to Gracie.
