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With that, he has his phone in hand again, then mine sounds off the next moment with the guy’s contact info.

“Thanks. I’ll reach out once we get to that point.” My eyes shift toward the clock. “Shoot, I didn’t realize it was so late. We should get going.”

West and I stand to our feet, and my dad does the same.

“Are you sure you have to go?”

Hearing that question leave his mouth tugs at my heart, but not nearly as much as the sadness I see in his eyes when our gazes meet.

“Well, West’s first team workout is in the morning, so we really should get home, but… if you want… we’ll stop by again. Soon,” I add.

He nods, and my promise seems to take the sting out of having to cut this visit so short.

“I’d like that,” he says. “And, I don’t know, if I’m ever inyourneck of the woods, maybe I’ll stop in, too.”

Gently biting the side of my lip makes the huge grin he just brought out of me less obvious. “I’d like that.”

This time, I’m the one who goes in for the hug, locking my arms around his waist as he squeezes me right back just as tight.

“I love you, sweetheart.”

Hearing those words solidifies that this visit was exactly what I needed. And it isn’t lost on me that, had it not been for my husband knowing me better than I knowmyself,I might’ve missed out on this moment.

Add this to the long list of reasons I love him.

@QweenPandora:

Mystery solved.

Well, sort of…

Thanks to you beauties, we at least know where our Golden couple was headed tonight, although I’m far more interested in the “why” of it all.

This pic of the pair standing outside a vacant building on the city’s south side was sent in but without context. Which means we’re still in the dark.

And their journey to #NewGirl’s old stomping grounds didn’t end there. #KingMidas’s car was later seen parked outside #NewGirl’s childhood home, where they hung out for roughly twenty minutes.

Could this have just been a friendly visit? Or perhaps a family meeting to discuss #NewGirl’s mom’s latest stint in rehab?

Ugh! What were you two up to tonight?

Feel free to hit me up if you care to share. Or… ya know… keep your secrets if you’d like.

I think we all know that won’t last long anyway.

Later, peeps :)

—P

Chapter Twelve

West

Atext just as I’m starting to doze pulls me back from the edge of sleep. The sound has Blue stirring a bit too, but unlike me, her breathing deepens, and she drifts off again.

Must be nice.

I’ve tossed and turned the past two hours, trying to relax, but I’m in my head, overthinking tomorrow’s workout. There’s no telling what I’ll be walking into, and quite frankly, I’ve already had enough of the bullshit. The team—most of them anyway—have made it clear they aren’t exactly thrilled we’re here, but they’ll have to build a bridge and get the fuck over it.

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