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Nope. I don’t need to know anymore. I’m out. Good luck at the game. I’m staying home with the kids. Jake’s not feeling great.

Everly

Shit. Tennyson is running a fever too.

Nixon

Stay the hell away from us and your husbands. We’ve got three big games coming up, and we don’t need the plague working its way through the team.

Everly

I’ll get right on that, jackass.

Grace

I’d smack you if you were with me right now, Nix.

Nixon

Whatever. I’m just saying what we’re all thinking.

Leo

Speak for yourself, man. You’re on your own. Peace out.

I pocket my phone and rinse my coffee cup, then turn back to Izzy as she pushes her breakfast sausage through her pancake syrup. “You gonna be good for your mom while I’m gone?”

She thinks about it for a minute before stabbing a raspberry with her fork and popping that and her syrupy sausage in her mouth. “Are you coming back?”

Damn.

Areyou, notwhenare you.

Maybe it’s not just Addie who’s been hurt.

“Yeah, short stack. I’ll be back in a few days.” I smile and ruffle her hair before heading into the living room and stop when I find Addie feeding Lennox. “I’ve got to get going if I’m going to make the morning skate today. And it’s not optional.” I brush my lips over her forehead, and she reaches up and grips the front of my shirt, holding me there.

It may be a small move, but for Addie, it’s a big step forward. Everything about last night was a step closer to earning this woman’s trust and her heart, and I fucking hate to leave her today.

“Hmm...” she hums, and that sound promises things I can’t cash in on for a few days, but I will when we get back.

The light glints off her diamond rings, and a sweet possession roars in my soul.

“I’ll see you at the game tonight, right, wife?”

She nods. “Gotta keep up appearances, right?”

“Sure, sweetheart. See you later.” I kiss her again because I want to. I don’t give a shit about appearances, just about her.

Addie

Isit across from Coraline later that day and dial the number to my parents’ lawyer, then hit speaker and wait. Eventually, I’m passed down the line to Mason Mathers, after speaking with a receptionist, and Mason’s assistant, then waiting on hold for over five minutes.

“Adelaide, how are you?”

“Hi, Mason.” My hands shake against my lap until I slide them under my legs. I hate this. I’ve never been a good liar. “I’m well, thank you. I hope you are too.” I don’t wait for him to answer. “I don’t want to take up too much of your time, but I wanted to let you know I’ve gotten married.”

“You have?” He sounds surprised, and my hackles immediately rise. “I wasn’t aware you were seeing anyone.”

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