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“You think the sex is hot, huh?” he asks with a pleased grin.

“You know it is.” I smack his shoulder.

“I’m sick, you shouldn’t be hitting me or getting too close,” he warns.

“I’ve had time to build up my immunity to most of the viruses Asher gets. Now eat the soup, Kaleb.”

He laughs.

“Does that mean you’re feeling better?” I ask.

“Fever broke, I think.”

“Please promise me you’ll reach out if you need something. No matter what,” I say to him. I reach out and give his hand a squeeze.

“No matter what,” he confirms.

I release his hand. “Eat your soup.”

“Bossy,” he says.

“You have no idea.”

When he finishes his soup, I head to the kitchen to clean his bowl. Brett walks into the apartment with Asher.

“All good here?” he asks.

“Yup,” I say. “I gave him meds and soup. He’s doing better.”

“Good,” Brett says.

He heads over to Kaleb’s room to check on him. I lean against the counter, thinking of all the hot sex Kaleb and I will have until the season starts in September. I get hot just thinking about it. I’ll just need to keep my feelings in check.

CHAPTER

NINETEEN

Maddie

It’s Friday afternoon. I just worked my last day for Lucy’s catering company. She wished me luck and told me to be in touch when I find out which culinary school I will be attending. Brett picked up Asher from camp and when I walk in the door, my son rushes toward me.

“My last day was the best,” he gushes.

“Glad you got excited about camp on the last day.” I laugh, hugging my son.

While Asher talks a mile a minute about all the fun he had at camp, I motion for him to follow me to the kitchen so I can prep dinner. Since I applied to the top culinary schools, I had to show how passionate I am about cooking and showcase my experience with food so I’ve been experimenting with new recipes.

“What’s up?” Brett asks, walking into the kitchen.

I’m about to answer when his cell rings. “It’s Mom,” he says giving me a worried look. We usually talk once a week but it’s usually on Sundays, this seems very random.

“Hi, Mom,” he says, his tone searching. He falls quiet and his brows knit together. His jaw begins to pulse. “What? . . . Are you kidding me?” His voice is now raised.

“What’s going on?” I whisper to my brother. He places the call on mute with Mom still talking.

“Dad came back,” he whispers and then he takes it off mute.

“What the fuck?” I shriek.

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