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“Yep.” She laughs. “They insisted. Couldn’t really say no when they asked me to take them shopping.”
I get that. How Carter and Noah ever say no to their daughters is beyond me.
One look in their sparkling eyes, and I’m a fucking goner.
Lyric tugs at my hair. “Uncle Coley.”
“Yes, sweetheart?” I peer up at her.
“Do you have any new songs to play us?”
I tickle her ankle and she giggles. “Not yet. Soon, maybe.”
“How soon?” she demands with a pout.
“Do you pressure all your uncles like this, or is it just me?” I wrap an arm around her back and tug her down so she’s hooked on my hip, green eyes meeting mine. “What did I tell you about patience?”
“It’s a birtue.”
“Virtue, baby girl,” Theo corrects, before she looks up at me curiously. “How’s all that going? With—”
She glances at Lyric, who watches us with wide eyes and nosey ears.
I ease her down. “Shoo. Go wreck one of Uncle Saint’s guitars or something.”
“Can I?” She bounces on her heels, looking at Theo.
Theo winks. “Go for it.”
I laugh as Lyric dives for the drawers tucked in the corner. “One of these days, she’s going to realise that wrecking guitars isn’t putting stickers all over the wood and then we’re fucked. You know that, right?”
“Eh. He’ll get over it.” She grins cheekily, and nudges my bicep. “And you’re stalling.”
“That obvious, huh?”
“You forget I’ve known you forever.”
“Never.” I rock her shoulder before dropping down onto the couch. “It’s fine.”
She arches a brow.
“Better than. It’s going, dare I say,well.”
“That’s good, right?” she asks, sitting on the opposite end of the couch and tucking her legs beneath her.
“Yeah. I think so, it’s just…” I sigh. “I don’t know anything about her. She’s the same, and yet she’s not. And I don’t know how to deal with that.”
Theo twists a curl around her finger, eyes dancing over the room. “Saint said he spoke to her the other night.”
“At least that makes one of us.” A dry laugh crawls up my throat.
Theo exhales. “Look, I’m not going to pretend I understand how you’re feeling. If Saint and I had broken up when you guys did, I can’t imagine the person I’d be today. And we weren’t together half as long as you two.”
“That does—”
She holds a finger up, sending a pointed glance. “Not finished.”
“Don’t get all teacher on me, woman.”
