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“Have you had any guests today?” Dad asked her. The diner was empty. We were the only ones here.

“A few came to eat breakfast, but I guess they rather stay in their cabins with rain like this.”

“Understandable. You wanna play with us?”

No.

Please, don’t play with us.

“You can’t really play pool with three people. Four would be better,” I said, trying not to sound jealous. Why was he invited her to play with us?

“She’s right. Besides, I’m not good at pool. You go ahead and play. I have to prepare for dinner tonight. We’re making soup. Perfect for this weather.” She smiled at us, then left to get back to the kitchen where I suppose she was helping the cook.

“Soup sounds good, no? Maybe we should let Mom and Ronan know.”

“Yeah, maybe.”

I didn’t like how grumpy he was now. He didn’t really look at me, and he also didn’t look very excited to be here with me and spend time alone. But I’d make the best out of it.

I liked playing pool, therefore, I focused on winning and having fun either way.

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Dad had called Mom around five-thirty, telling her that there’d be hot soup at the diner. It took him a little while to convince her to come, but shortly after he hung up, Mom and Ronan walked through the door.

I looked at them, and I smiled until I noticed the awkwardness between them. I frowned, taking in their expressions and postures. Why did they look so…shy?

“Who won?” Yulia asked as she came to take away our empty glasses.

“Dad did,” I said, smiling tightly. “I’m not as good as I thought I was.”

“You won one game,” Dad stated, trying to make me look better.

“Out of eleven,” I added, rolling my eyes. “It’s fine. I’m hungry now.”

“Go ahead and sit down. I’ll come over in just a minute.” She walked back to the counter but kept her gaze on Ronan for a moment. He smiled at her, and I noticed Mom shooting him a glare from behind.

Damn…what’s going on there?

Once we all sat down at a table, I couldn’t help but asked what was going on between them. Their behavior was weird. “Did you fight again?”

Mom looked up at me and raised a brow. “Who?”

“You and Ronan. You’re acting weird around each other.”

She looked at Ronan and puckered her lips. “No, we didn’t fight.”

“Everything’s fine,” Ronan added, resting his arm on the back rest behind Mom.

I kept studying them, and when Mom’s arm moved, I knew she was placing her hand on Ronan’s thigh. They weren’t being very smooth.

No, not one bit.

There was something going on between them.

Sexually.

I would know because I was having sex with Dad.

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