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Saint hikes a brow when he looks at me.
I wave a hand in the air. “Rixie is a fan girl.”
“Noah too, apparently,” Axel says, blowing air into his cheeks. “Carter wasn’t lying when he said she’d try and steal her from us.”
I chuckle and shake my head as Noah holds a business card out to Hendrix. “Pretty sure we’ve lost her already.”
“Rix!” Axel shouts.
Hendrix spins on her heel and pushes the business card in her back pocket. “What?”
“You want my autograph, baby girl?” He peeks at her through one eye.
Her lips tug into a frown. “Why would I want your autograph?”
“Never mind then.” He whines, throws his head back, and slings an arm over his face.
Hendrix brow creases as her gaze dances over us. “Why are you all staring at me like that?”
“Baby,” I say, my lips curling into a grin. “You’re a fangirl.”
“Am not.” She frowns.
“You are, and it’s quite adorable, actually.”
“Speaking of fan girls…” Noah clears her throat and pins me with a look. She flicks the ring in the middle of her lip, blue eyes gleaming as she tilts her head to where Hendrix is showing off her autograph to Saint. “I need to go talk to Carter, there’s something we need to do.”
I flex my fingers, the air thickening in my throat. “Now?”
“Now.” She nods, a soft smile curling her lips.. “I think it’s time, don’t you?”
I grin. “Well past, Noah.”
Chapter fifty-five
Cole • Now
Catand Mouse – The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus
Thecrackleofafire plays through the speakers, the red flames flickering over the TV screen while chatter hums around me.
I bounce my foot off the floor and tap my fork along the edge of the table.
Carter watches me from the edge, a brow raised.You good?he mouths.
I nod, though good is the last thing I feel. My gut is churning. Fear, hope, everything fucking else in between swirls inside of me like a tidal wave.
Everything’s about to change.
The life Hendrix and I built years ago is about to collide head-on with the family I made without her.
Introducing her to the twins seems like a good idea on paper, but what if she hates them? What if she hatesmefor not telling her they exist? What if stepping into a family that’s spent six years rebuilding without her is something she can’t handle? What if she doesn’t even want it?
Kids aren’t something Hendrix and I ever talked about when we were together.
We didn’t need to. They were never on our radar.
The girls, though … they’re not mine, but I love them as if they are. And I know Saint, Axel, and Theo feel the same.
