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“I’m out of here. Fender will flip his lid when he realizes I left Isla alone. She’s twelve. She can be left alone for an hour. But Fender thinks his precious daughter should be wrapped in bubble wrap and protected from every possible hurt.” Leia waves as she leaves the room.

Indigo follows her out. “Cash is home.”

Virginia shoves to her feet. “I better get home before Dylan sends out a search party. I’m not joking. He once couldn’t reach me for five minutes and called the police. My phone battery was dead. And now I have to carry a charger and a power bank with me at all times.” She waves as she trudges out of the room.

“Mercy?” Jett shouts. “Why is your uncle’s car parked in front of my house?”

“Time to face the music,” Mercy sings before pulling me to my feet and dragging me out of the room.

“We dropped Gibson a—”

Jett stutters to a halt when he notices me standing behind Mercy.

“I helped her move in,” Mercy says before bounding down the stairs. She kisses Jett on the cheek before rushing out the front door.

“Traitor!” I shout after her.

“What the hell are you doing here?”

Oh goodie. Jett has recovered his ability to speak and he’s in a delightful mood.

Chapter 14

Pity – an emotion Aurora wants nothing to do with

Jett

“What’s going on? Why are you here?”

My fingers itch to touch Aurora. To pull her into my arms. To feel her curves. To smell her flowery scent. I glance at her belly. At the reminder of the last time I gave into the temptation to touch Aurora, I fist my hands.

She flaps her arms. “I don’t know.”

I narrow my eyes on her. “You don’t know?”

“I arrived back at the Inn and my girls were packing up my stuff and somehow I ended up here.”

“You can’t stay here.” I won’t be able to resist her if she lives in the same house. I’ll give into temptation and no good can come from me giving into temptation.

She rolls her eyes. “Obviously.”

“Good.” I nod. “We agree.”

“I’ll figure out a plan tomorrow.” She yawns. “I need some sleep. Between Mr. Farter and Mr. Manspread, I didn’t get any sleep on the plane.”

I hate seeing how tired she is. Is she getting enough rest? Shouldn’t a pregnant woman rest more?

“Why didn’t you travel in the jet with us?”

She chuckles. “Maybe because Mike the asshole would lose his ever-loving mind if I did.”

My brow wrinkles. “Mike doesn’t let you travel with us?”

“The ‘management’ and the ‘talent’ should never intermingle.”

“But Mike travels on the jet with us all the time.”

“Mike does whatever the hell Mike wants including billing the band for massages.” Her eyes widen. “Crap. Don’t tell anyone about the massages. No one else knows. If it leaks, he’ll blame me and fire my ass.” Her shoulders slump as she rubs her belly. “Although, he’s probably going to fire me anyway.”

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