Page 116 of Stay Toxic

I placed my hand over my heart and nearly started crying.

This was her.

The baby was safe.

Viveka had done it!

“Oh,” I sniffled. “That’s the best thing ever.”

Fuck you, Jolessa, for thinking she couldn’t.

“She’s so beautiful,” I whispered.

The man beside Faina grinned. “She is.”

“Hurry up and order, would you?” I heard called from my sister. “I really need to talk to you!”

“Fine, fine,” I said as I patted Shasha on the chest. “Can you order for us, husband?”

He winked. “Sure.”

I turned to Faina. “How do you feel about extracting secrets?”

“I love it.” She beamed.

I gestured for her to follow me to the table that McCoy, Nastya, JJ, and Milena were already occupying.

Faina took a seat, and then I turned to McCoy and said, “Okay, start.”

“You have to promise this goes no further than this table.” She narrowed her eyes.

The distress I could see on her face had me instantly offering up a promise.

“I swear on my life—” I started, but my sister interrupted me.

“I’ve witnessed your life lately. Swear on something else.” McCoy glared.

I sighed. “I swear on my George Strait autographed guitar that I won’t tell anyone your secret.”

My sister wilted. “Okay, so I slept with Kincaid McCall.”

Everyone gasped.

“You slept with your sworn enemy?” I leaned in.

That was when my water broke.

I’d never in my entire life thought that anything could be sexier than Shasha on our wedding day.

He’d been dressed to the nines.

Fitted tux.

Perfectly coiffed hair.

Well-manicured beard.

He had been utter perfection.

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