Page 58 of Whispering Waves

“I told Drake.”

“Oh, and he probably showed the video to Noa and Halia.”

Kimo nodded. “He sent it to them.”

“Ah.” She looked at Pika. “You saw it?”

He nodded.

“Sorry. It’s nasty.”

“That it is. I am amazed they got it recorded.”

“My building is big on security. He had to smash through a fence and my patio door. I had barely woken up when he started dragging me out. Well, you saw the rest.”

“We did. You fought like a demon.”

“I didn’t think I was going to get a second chance, so I tried to make it count.” She leaned against Kimo as the memories flared in her mind.

A cool wave came through their link, and she straightened as the memory was softened to where it didn’t make her fight-or-flight instinct kick in.

Pika smiled. “Come on, Nerina, more fruit juice awaits, but the grape juice is best avoided. Wine grapes don’t make good grape juice.”

She nodded, and Kimo picked her up, carrying her back to the house. Melina looked at her with concern. “Oh, baby. Come in, and have a seat.”

She kicked her feet. “I am on my way.”

Kimo laughed and carried her into the house.

He settled on the couch with her on his lap, and Melina brought in the juice and handed it to her.

“Pika’s healing can be jarring, but he can only do it for family, so congratulations, and Kimo, you have to watch out for her. It’s not going to be easy. You two were intensely unpleasant.”

Kimo nodded. “I remember. I hear it every Mother’s Day.”

Nina laughed. “At least the twin thing is on her side of the family.”

Melina snorted. “Don’t remind me. Fraternal is the way to go. You can tell the little buggers apart at a glance.”

Drake cleared his throat. “Uh, sis, Iolana and Dad were twins.”

The laughter left her face. “No way.”

“Way, and Mom and Auntie Leanne were twins.”

“That isn’t funny.”

Drake held his hands up in surrender. “I did that family line project when we were kids, remember? She died at fifteen, but she and Mom had the same birthday.”

“Oh, shoot.” She eyed her belly suspiciously. “Let’s hope that it skips a generation.”

Drake laughed until he doubled over. When he straightened, he wheezed. “Still you, Neener.”

She frowned. “What?”

“You weren’t a twin. I wasn’t a twin, but Mom was, and great grandma was.”

“Damn it.” She stared at her stomach like she could see through it.

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