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Saint blows a sequence of rings into the air and shoves his hand through his unkempt hair.
He bites down on his lip, his eyes glazing over the ramps. “I think we’re all tired of missing Hendrix Moore.”
I watch his chest rise and fall.
Then, he turns to me with a crooked grin. “It’s about time you go get our girl and bring her home.”
Chapter thirty-nine
Hendrix • Now
Out Of The Woods – Relic Hearts
Theboxofteabags I ran out to get falls to the floor with a light thud as I freeze in the doorway.
The two sofas in the lounge have been pushed together to make a giant bed style thing, piled high with what has to be every duvet and pillow in the building.
Snacks and pop cans cover every inch of the coffee table, and the opening credits ofThe Conjuringis flickers across a projector screen that takes up the whole far wall.
Saint is tucked into one armchair, a beer hanging from his fingers, with Theo draped over his legs. Axel takes up a third of the sofa, while Carter looms in the other armchair. His face an unreadable mask but when he looks up at me, he tips his chin in greeting and my stomach swims.
It’s not much, but it’s progress.
A click of shoes sends a jolt straight to my heart.
I feel Cole before I see him.
I shift my weight onto one foot, peeking from the corner of my eyes when he stops next to me.
“What is happening right now?” I ask.
“We’re not done playing hooky just yet.” His mouth twitches as he drags his gaze over me, his arm brushing mine. Sparks flicker through my veins. I curl my fingers, release them, then curl them again.
“It’s movie night, Rixie.” He inches closes, bridging the last of the distance between us. “And I met this woman today. She told me all about these movies. Said they tell the greatest love story of all time.”
I twist my thumb ring and glance up at him. “She sounds like a smart lady.”
“Sometimes she is.” His pinkie finger hooks around mine. “But not on this one, so now I have a point to prove.”
My chest tugs, drawing me closer to him when he leans down. “What point?”
“That it’s the second greatest love story of all time.”
“What’s the first?” I ask in a whisper.
“Haven’t you figured it out yet?” He tuts as he slides his thumb up.
The sleeve of his hoodie lifts just enough that I catch a glimpse of the aged black and grey ink etched into his wrist.
I blink, expecting the image to disappear when I open my eyes, but it doesn’t.
A lump forms in my throat and I look up into his honey eyes, my pulse stuttering.
His lips curl into a glorious grin that brightens his whole face. “The greatest love story is still being written.”
The cushion bounces beneath me when Axel shoots off the sofa, a scream tearing from his lips.
He spins to face Cole, who sits in the middle of the couch, his arm draped across the back.
