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The smile turns into a grin before he looks at Tess, then me.

“Twins,” he announces. “Two healthy babies.” He points at two dots on the screen.

I look at Tess the same moment she turns to look at me, pure relief and happiness on both our faces. And then we hear their heartbeats, the sweetest, most beautiful sound there is.

If this is not fate, I don’t know what is.

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Tess

“Ican’tbelieveyoudidn’t tell me that the reporters are coming,” I say while I pull every decent dress from my closet and throw it on the bed.

“I just did,” argues Owen, picking a pair of dark jeans and a plain white dress shirt. “If I had told you three weeks ago, you’d have spent all that time overthinking about this, being in a state of constant anxiety.”

“You do realize there’s a middle between three weeks and one hour. You could have at least told me yesterday.”

I throw my hands in the air and go to the bed to go through my pile of dresses. “I should have suspected it when Tiffany decided to visit twice in the same week.”

I pick the first dress and drape it over my belly.

My baby bump is quite visible already thanks to the twins, so I need to find something that looks good but is also capable of hiding it. If the cameras catch sight of it, the rumors might flare up again.

I toss it to the other side and reach for the second one, but Owen grabs my hand and pulls me to him. “Wear something comfortable. It’s going to be a hot day and I don’t want the three of you to be uncomfortable.”

He leans in for a kiss. It’s sweet at first, but then his hands move down my nightgown and up again beneath it, and that’s enough for us to forget that we’ll be in front of the cameras soon.

Thankfully, Adela is not as distracted as I am, and calls at that precise moment, asking Owen to come help her with the reporters.

“They are here already?”

“Yep, and they brought their equipment, you know, cameras, lights, and all that,” Owen explains.

“Why so much equipment? Where’s the interview taking place?”

“At the winery at first and the vineyards.”

“You’re offering them a tour,” I say the moment I realize it.

Owen hates publicity so for him to take such a drastic step, the situation with the rumors was worse than he let me know. When I ask him about that he denies it.

“Okay, I admit it did play a role, but… I want to show the world what a terrific job my father did here, and how we’ve built on that. As much as I want to win the competition, I also want our legacy to be established. And a fleeting win is not enough.”

“Which is exactly why you should have told me beforehand. I’d have prepared more.”

“How?” he asks. “You're already so detail-focused that any day I called them, the tour would be immaculate.”

I raise my brow, but he waves his hand dismissively at the instances I was about to point out.

“I was overseeing everything, if I had the slightest suspicion that something might not be perfect, I’d have told you.”

I furrow my brows and bite my lips in an effort to look serious, but the truth is I’m glad he didn’t tell me—aside from the dress situation. Besides, it’s not like I’ll be the one interviewed.

Owen gives me a kiss before heading down and this time I have to swat him to push him away. He chuckles and heads downstairs, followed by Tipsy and Blanc.

Beau returned the week before and took his two boys.

It’s easier to navigate just two naughty dogs but I do miss the chaos and laughter the four of them caused together.

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