Page 49 of Facet

“Where’s Damien—uh, I mean, Facet?” I asked when he didn’t come in behind them.

Voodoo glanced at the table, then turned to his son and pretended to play with him as he answered me. “He’s taking care of some things for the club. He said to tell you he’ll come find you as soon as he’s done.”

That wasn’t unusual, but their behavior was. When Kira, Parker, and the dogs left, Voodoo made himself scarce as well.

Rolling my eyes, I went back to Damien’s room. Yeah, I could’ve gone to mine, but I liked being in his where it smelled like him. Grabbing my Kindle, I climbed in the bed. After a deep inhale of his pillow, I read until I dozed off.

I woke up to a freshly showered Damien sitting next to me on the bed.

“Hey,” I murmured, my voice croaking at the end from sleep. I pushed myself up to sitting and gave him a sleepy smile. “What time is it?”

“After eight.”

“Atnight?” I was suddenly wide awake and throwing the covers off my legs. “Holy crap! Why did you let me sleep so long? Do you want dinner?”

He cupped my cheek with his hand. “Baby, don’t worry about it. Everyone is fine. They all ordered pizza.”

“But I was supposed to cook tonight! I promised!”

“I found your real parents,” he practically whispered as his ash-gray eyes stared into mine.

It was like someone sucked all the oxygen from the room.

“What do I say? Do I look okay? God, I should’ve bought a new outfit. What if I’m not what they expected and they hate me?” I froze in my pacing and spun to face him. My eyes felt like they were going to pop out of the sockets. “Damien, what if they think I’m one of the club girls?”

He gently grabbed my arm and tugged me close. Then he cradled my face in his hands. “Willow… chill. They are going to love you. Everyone that meets you loves you. And even if they don’t, then fuck them…Ilove you.”

Tears filled my eyes, and I rapidly blinked them away. “I’m scared,” I whispered.

“Breathe, baby,” he instructed, and I immediately complied.

The door opened, and I spun to see who it was. Venom came in first, followed by his old friend they called Snow. He was the president of the Demented Sons MC up in Grantsville—where Venom was originally from. They’d been friends forever.

After him came a handsome young man with a military look to him, but right on his heels was a couple that appeared to be in their early fifties. They were talking quietly, but when the young man stopped in his tracks in front of him, they almost ran into him.

They all suddenly shifted their attention to me. The woman placed her hand over her mouth. The older man wrapped his arm around her, and his face went ashen. The young man swallowed hard.

I whimpered, and Damien squeezed my hand.

“Cindy?” the woman murmured, and I realized that her hair was the exact same color as mine. The younger man said something to her I couldn’t hear. She bit her lip, and a tear rolled down her cheek.

“It’s Willow, right?” he asked as he looked my way. He was handsome—tall, with dark hair and smokey-blue eyes, ringed in navy.

Unable to speak, I nodded.

“I’m Cale. I know you don’t remember me, but I’m your baby brother,” he explained.

“Baby?” I parroted, looking up at the young man that was taller than Damien.

“Right?” He gave me a crooked grin as he chuckled, and I could’ve hugged him for breaking the ice.

“Why don’t you all go into the kitchen to talk? You made cookies and brownies. I bet they’d like some,” Damien chimed in.

I took a cleansing breath. “Yeah—Yes, I um, made cookies and brownies—from scratch. Like, um, not from a box,” I stammered, repeating exactly what Damien had said as if they hadn’t heard him. Kill me now. My face burned like it was on fire. “God, I’m sorry. I’m so nervous.”

The couple gave nervous laughs, but they followed me and Damien into the kitchen. I grabbed the plates I’d prepared and set them on the table. Then I wiped my clammy hands on my jeans. “Can I get you something to drink? A pop? Water? Milk?”

“Pop? You mean a soda?” Cale teased, and again I loved this man-boy.

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