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“We’re here!” Claudia called, moving through the clubhouse.
Velle’s brows scrunched.
“Didn’t I mention? We’re bringing Claudia and her friends,” I said, wincing a little. “If you get a call from an Archipelago prison, make sure you answer. I have a feeling that Zayn and these ladies are going to be a dangerous combination.”
“If it makes you feel better, Zayn is rich enough to buy you guys out of any trouble you might get into,” Velle said.
“Yeah, not comforting.”
“And wherever Zayn goes, so does Daniyal,” York added.
That, on the other hand, was comforting.
I had a feeling the only reason Zayn was a single man (and, you know,alive) was because of his right-hand man with the burnt-off fingertips and the all-seeing eyes.
“That’s true,” I agreed, relaxing a little as the group of women came charging into the kitchen, each pulling a rolling bag, sporting giant purses, and holding their current book club book to their chests.
Each of them was wearing a loud bathing suit under just as colorful cover-ups, hats, and sunglasses.
“Where’s my granddaughter?” Claudia asked.
“Dropping Ernest off with Traeger,” I told her. “She should be here any—”
“Did someone order a party bus?” Doug called from the front room.
The women broke into loud conversation before rushing out to check out the bus.
“You’re going to have your hands full with that crew,” Caymen said, shaking his head.
“Tell me about it.”
It was really just supposed to be about me and Rue.
But then Claudia heard of it, invited herself, then told us that her friends would also be coming.
It was going to be a riot.
So long as the women refrained from killing anyone.
Rue - 1 Year
“You okay?” Kylo asked, coming into the bedroom at his townhouse that we’d been calling home for the better part of a year.
I loved my grandmother’s house.
But once Caymen started working on fixing it up, he’d found so many issues with it that he recommended I not step foot in it until it was practically stripped and rebuilt.
That was when Kylo and I officially moved in together.
And once we did, I don’t know, I just fell in love with the townhouse with all its great windows, winding neighborhood for long walks, and someone else to do the lawn care.
After the repairs were finished, we both decided that it made the most sense to rent out the house and keep living where we were.
“Yeah,” I said, sucking in a slow breath. “Anxiety is a little high tonight,” I admitted.
Kylo moved in, sitting off the side of the bed with me, his hand sliding up and down my spine in a familiar, comforting way.
“Do you want to take a walk?” he asked, knowing it was one of the best ways for me to calm down.
