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“Thanks, bro.”

We end our call, and I drop my phone on the coffee table in front of us with a frown on my face. There’s been no sign of any other security issues, but I do worry for Lita and Mirabella’s safety at all times. I hope we’re going to be okay going on the tour.

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LEVEL 40.1 – Srec´an Trideset Prvi Rodendan, Gabrijele

Lita groansas she heaves her body out of the SUV in the underground garage of Gabriel and Ariana’s apartment building. She rubs her bump, and frowns.

“I can’t wait until tomorrow; I am done,” she tells me, and I smile at her.

“I know, princess, you’ve only told me about a thousand times since Friday.”

“Well, let me tell you one more time:done.” Lita emphasizes the word heavily.

I laugh. “Got it. From tomorrow, I’ll be able to carry her sometimes, so you don’t have to.”

I can’t wait to hold my baby girl in my arms. I can’t even believe that in less than twenty-four hours, my beautiful little girl will be here with us.

Hayden is getting out of an SUV nearby, and we wait as he and his bodyguard, Jesse Howell, walk over to us.

“Hey, guys.” He greets us with a smile that doesn’t quite wipe the frown from his face.

“Everything okay, bro?” I ask him.

“I’ll tell everyone when we’re upstairs,” he says, then he smiles a little wider. “The game release was a smash, Lita. Well done.”

“Thanks.” She smiles at him. “I couldn’t have made it half as good without your help. Where’s Blake?”

Hayden looks uncomfortable. “He couldn’t make it tonight. He’s going out with some friends.”

“I see,” I say, unsurprised that Soggy Flake has decided to ditch Gabriel’s birthday celebration.

“Don’t start, Seb,” Hayden says quietly.

“I wasn’t starting anything. I just said, ‘I see.’”

I shrug my shoulders casually and hold my tongue, because there are ashitloadof things that I’d like to say about that asshole. We travel upstairs in silence, and I feel bad because I’m glad that Soggy Flake isn’t here, even though I’m sure Hayden wishes he was. Blake hasn’t pulled any shit since New Year’s Eve, but he’s always just a damper on my mood. After Ariana lets us into the apartment, we greet Gabriel and wish him a happy birthday.

“So, tomorrow’s the big day, Lita,” Heather smiles at her. “Are you excited?”

“Just ready to be not pregnant, that’s for sure.” She rubs her bump again as she says it.

“Well, I wanted to thank you for all the help with my maternity line; your feedback has been amazing. So detailed, I couldn’t have asked for a better model.” Heather smiles at Lita.

“Thanks, I tried to give as much constructive feedback as I could.”

I had to laugh when Lita was showing me what she’s done. She made up a whole bunch of documents to send Heather that outlined all the details of exactly what had worked, what hadn’t, and why. It was so adorably overboard, but Heather did tell me that she appreciated it immensely because it gave her such a clear direction for where to take the line, and I was so proud of Lita because if she’d been anyone else, she probably wouldn’t have been half as helpful.

When we’re sitting down to eat, Hayden says, “So, I heard from the Chicago PD today that they’ve found something.”

We all looked at him immediately, and a thrill of fear runs through me at the tone of his voice. Hayden doesn’t get scared often, but he’s scared.

“They’ve been going through my fan mail, and they didn’t find anything in the physical mail, so they started trawling through our emails. There was one sent to the Cruise Control email the day after we were run off the road that they think might be from the person who did it. It mentioned the accident and stuff that people wouldn’t know unless they were there.”

There have been a few reports about his accident, but none of them mentioned any other car being involved. Most of the reports actually implied that Hayden had been drink-driving when the accident occurred.

“Are they worried?” Heather asks.

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