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A melodious ring trilled through the space. “That’s the doorbell. Do you trust me, Ayesha?”

She didn’t even have to think before answering, her head nodding. “Yes, absolutely.”

“Then don’t worry about a piece of paper that can be torn up, altered, or ignored. If you want one, we’ll work on it, but we’ve got other things to worry about right now—mainly, my stomach.” He placed his hand over his flat abs just as it rumbled.

“I could eat, too, but Tiana just ate with Traeger.” They climbed the steps, her hand in his. The discussion about a contract was forgotten for the time being.

“I’ll toss a pan of lasagna in the oven. It’s already cooked. Just needs to be reheated.” King pushed the heavy door open, waiting ‘til she exited and shut it back.

“Sounds good. I’ll get the door. What’s the code to turn the alarm off?” Ayesha asked.

He waved her question away, pulling his phone out. “I got it.”

Chapter Fifteen

Ayesha hurried throughthe house, gathering her hair into a messy bun on the top of her head as they went. She looked in the mirror by the entryway, trying to see if the well fucked look was written all over her, and yep, it totally did. She groaned, wishing she’d had a chance to shower before they had to face her sister. Of course, a stomachache had been her excuse for being late, so maybe slipping away for a quick shower while King entertained them would be easy.

A look at the alarm panel showed the red lights flashed to green, giving her the all-clear to open the door. “Hey,” she said a little too brightly.

Traeger and Kailani looked at each other and grinned.

“Sorry for...ah, interrupting, but your sister was worried about you.” Traeger nodded toward Tiana.

“Jeez, Ayesha. You do look a little sick. Here,” she said, shoving the can of ginger ale toward her. “Don’t get too close. I don’t want whatever you’ve got.” Tiana stayed an arm’s length away.

“Thanks, that’s such a loving thing to say, T.” She moved to the side, making room for the trio to enter.

Kailani winked as she came through after Tiana. Traeger came in last, shutting the door. “Why don’t you go take a shower? Maybe you’ll feel a little better afterward. We’ll go keep King company.” He stood with his hands in his pockets, dark eyes twinkling.

“That’s a good idea. I’ll just...take this with me. T, you good?” she asked her sister, wanting to laugh at the distance she was keeping.

“Yep, I’m great. You know I don’t like getting sick. Throwing up is against my religion.” She put her hand over her flat stomach, the other over her mouth. “No, thank you, you can keep the ick.”

“You can most definitely keep the ick, Ayesha,” King agreed.

He stood against the doorway, his arms crossed, eyes dancing with mirth.

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