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I’m about to tell her that Johnny still loves her and he’ll understand but I see her point. He still loves her and he’ll feel betrayed.

“Mc,” I say, hating myself for giving her tough love about telling the truth when I haven’t been honest with the guys. “I don’t care about how many men you were seeing when you got pregnant. But don’t you think Skye has the right to have a father? Especially if her father wants to be in her life?”

She hides her face in the crook of my neck. “Fuck, I hate you when you’re right! But can you promise me that you won’t say anything if Johnny tries to reach out to you? I think I should be the one to tell him about the other guy. And I’m going to have to figure out how.”

It’s an easy promise to make. I understand her predicament all too well and God knows I have my own can of worms to open.

Skye’s wailing makes us run to her room. My baby niece is red and warm to the touch. She’s running a low grade fever again.

This teething phase is a real bitch.

14.

Uppers And Downers

Kelley

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LIFE HAS BEEN BUSY and even though my thoughts have been going to Ausra more than once, between training and all my family drama, I haven’t had the chance for any alone time.

I’m dying to play with her and tonight I called dibs. The guys grumbled about it but they knew they couldn’t be assholes and deny me on my fucking birthday.

I’m the only one who hasn’t scored a single point since we agreed to play and I intend to make some major progress tonight. Shep is in the lead for now, followed by Bode and then Ashton.

But I know Ausra likes me as much as she does the others, maybe even more. After all, I was her first kiss.

I park my Ducati in front of her apartment and rather than texting her, I decide to walk to her front door. My mama did teach me some manners; but that was before I realized that it was all hypocritical and she wanted to raise a gentleman but wouldn’t know one if he hit her in the head with a fucking etiquette book.

“Hey Kelley,” she says softly as she opens the door.

I take in her long blonde hair that caresses her delicate shoulders in soft waves, her gorgeous tits encased in a tight black t-shirt. Her long, shapely legs revealed by the short, pink skirt she’s wearing today.

She has very little makeup on but Ausra doesn’t need it. Her blue eyes are shiny and framed by long, dark lashes and her lips look so fucking kissable in a light pink gloss.

“Hey,” I say back, unable to resist the urge to steal a kiss on her doorstep.

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