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Whatever the outcome, we’d never know without trying.

And when I saw Ronan come on Mom’s back, I wanted to try.

15

TATE

We ended up having dinner at the diner again.

Mom and Dad had gotten lazy with the cooking, so they kept taking us to the diner. Not that Ronan and I would ever complain.

We were addicted to those cheeseburgers, and I knew I’d miss them once we’d go back home.

During dinner, I couldn’t look away from Mom and Ronan. Now that I knew about them, I saw them in a whole different light.

It was interesting to observe them, and I tried to catch the little things, like Mom placing her hand on Ronan’s thigh under the table, and Ronan looking at her with admiration.

To be fair, it was strange. But I just went with it.

We didn’t talk much during dinner, and I was getting used to the silence when Dad cleared his throat, disrupting this calmness around us.

We all looked at him, waiting for him to speak. What he said wasn’t something I thought he’d ever bring up in front of all of us—and in public, for that matter.

“So, I have been thinking,” he said, shooting us all a look. There was amusement in his eyes, but also a hint of uncertainty.

“About what?” Ronan asked, his brow raised.

“About the two of you. About Tate and me. And about all of us.”

Oh…shit.

Wait, no, this was good.

Right?

Damn, I didn’t know what was right or wrong anymore.

I pressed my lips together tightly and dropped my gaze to my hands on the table. I didn’t want to see Mom and Ronan’s reaction when he came clear about knowing about them.

“Okay, shoot,” Mom challenged.

Dear God.

She’s going to get the shock of her life in just seconds now.

“Tate and I know about you. That you’re fucking.” Dad had no shame.

Then again, why would he have any when he was fucking me?

I squirmed and wanted to close my eyes and never look up again, but something urged me to do exactly that. I lifted my gaze, looking right at Mom and Ronan as their expressions changed.

While Mom’s face relaxed for some strange reason, Ronan’s turned white. It almost looked like he was going to faint.

“How long have you known?”

“Wait, what is he even talking about?” Ronan asked with a nervous chuckle, trying to keep their secret hidden.

Dad shot him a glare. “You heard me, son. I’m talking about you fucking my wife.”

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