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I can’t help but smile. It means so much that my best friend truly likes my husband. That our four families have melded into one. The reality is even better than what the girls and I dreamed of when we moved into the brownstone together two years ago.

In this moment, it’s as if it’s all coming full circle. We sat here two years ago, the four of us opening up about how difficult our lives had become. And then, just like Dylan predicted, the universe provided us with exactly what we needed.

“I know he’s not. From day one, Drake wanted nothing to do with our kids. He expected us to fit us into his life when he should have been willing to adjust his priorities to accommodate his family. Beckett changed his entire life to fit into ours. That’s rare, and our kids come first for him, which is all I ever wanted.”

“Your kids come second. After you,” Dylan says softly.

My chest pinches. “I think it’s even. And I’m okay with that. But I want to be part of the equation on my own. Not just the mother of his children, ya know?”

With a nod, Dylan hums. “I do.”

“Now that I’ve had a few days away—and now that I’ve tortured him a bit—I feel like me again.” I take another slow sip of my drink and look out over the beach.

“I’m glad.” She squeezes my wrist. “Want us to watch the kids for a bit so you can reunite with your husband?”

Head dropped back, I laugh up at the sky. “Not yet.”

“What do you have up your sleeve?”

I give her a wink. “Let’s just say I’m taking a page out of Shay’s book.”

Dylan’s eyes go wide. “Oh god.”

Chapter 15

Beckett

When the door to the small house swings open, my natural reaction is to tense up.

If Muriel shows up one more time, confused and asking me to touch her, I might cry. I’m not too proud to admit that the woman has me on edge. I can’t believe she’s declined so quickly. The last time I was here, she was her usual self, warm and welcoming and always polite. She’s never so much as looked at me in any sort of way.

If she did, she would have been gone ages ago. We Langfields have always made a concerted effort to hire people with strong morals. If a woman hit on any one of us at work, I’d have a compensation package and a job at another company lined up for her almost immediately. We don’t operate like that.

Unless it’s Livy. Or Sara, in Brooks’s case.

Excluding the way he and I fell head-over-heels for women who work for Langfield Corp, we don’t mix business with pleasure.

Fortunately, the person strutting in isnotMuriel. It’s Enzo, and man, does he look happy.

Arms crossed, I raise my chin. “Have a good afternoon?”

He just shakes his head, but there’s no hiding his smile. Oh yeah, the man definitely got his girlfriend alone.

“Guess my kidnapping plan worked, after all.”

Rowan looks up from his phone. For the last hour, he’s been texting with my brothers about the game they lost last night. Not a single one of them is happy with me. “You tie her up?”

In the kitchen, Cortney coughs out a laugh. “Jesus.”

“I did not tie anyone up,” he grits out. “Don’t you have a wife to obsess over?” he says, his eyes narrowed on me. “Stop worrying about the rest of us.”

Jeez, I figured the guy would be more relaxed after finally getting laid. He’s always so touchy.

Liam strolls toward the door, headphones on and head down.

I point to him. “Stop him.”

Rowan darts across the room and puts a hand to the teenager’s chest. “Where you going, my guy?”

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