Page 22 of Now or Never
“We should all do that. Find out if any of us are related.”
“Might be better not to know.” Kenna tried to keep the conversation light. “I’m not sure I can handle any more surprises.”
Maizie laughed gently. “It’s probably just wishful thinking. I mean, you and Jax are basically my parents now, but that doesn’t have anything to do with genetics. Could be cool though, with you and Zeyla. Her mom, and Bruce and Ramon, and all of us.”
“You think Ramon and Bruce will turn out to be brothers?”
Maizie laughed louder. “Maybe not.”
“We’re family. We don’t need to be blood relatives,” Kenna said. “But I get what you’re saying. It would be nice to know we’re connected like that as well.”
Maizie let out a sigh. Her phone pinged, and she looked at the screen. A smile pulled at her lips, and she actually blushed a little.
“That looks interesting.” Kenna tried not to sound like she was prying. “What’s his name?”
Maizie blushed a darker shade of pink. She brushed a hunk of thick blond hair behind her ear and cleared her throat. “Uh, no one.”
“Right. Just a school thing? You’re in a group project together.”
Maizie rolled her eyes. “Fine, his name is Travis.”
“Have you done a deep dive background check yet?”
“No,Mom.”
Kenna smiled. “I can do one. What’s his last name, date of birth, and social security number?”
“If I knew those things, I wouldn’t tell you.”
“I’ll find out from Zeyla.”
“No, you will not.”
Kenna chuckled. “Fine, I’ll back off.”
“You just want me to think you’ve backed off when you have no intention of doing that.”
“Who me?”
“Pregnancy is giving you this real mama-bear thing.”
“And as a result, you’re safe. We’re all safe.”
But Dominatus is still out there.
She knew what everyone in their family unit of friends was thinking. They expected her to be gung-ho on board with taking the big evil organization down when they had no idea how to do that.
“Hey.” Jax put his hand on her shoulder.
Kenna flinched so hard coffee spilled on her lap. She winced, set the mug down, and rubbed the thigh of her leggings.
“Sorry.” Jax handed her paper towels, then wiped the table and under the mug.
She pressed the bundle to the wet fabric on her leg.
“Did I burn you?” he asked.
She shook her head. “I should’ve heard you coming.”
