Page 58 of Break The Ice

I rip the necklaceoff the door handle and hold it up so I can look at it. It’s a strange piece. Rose-gold, elegant, with a little circle that has a tiger etched inside.

“Our fans are getting ridiculous,” I say to Wren. “How do you think they got our address?”

“Probably followed us home,” Wren says and takes the necklace. He grips the delicate chain and turns it over, but there’s nothing on the other side.

I take the necklace back and shove it in my pocket, open the door, and promptly forget it.

The sounds of nature reach my ears.

“Oh, no!”

Callan pushes past me and runs inside. I follow a bit slower. Wren leans in close.

“What’s going on?”

“Drunk Yoga.”

“What’s that?”

“When Kit gets upset, he doesn’t like to tell us, he likes to hide it, wait until we both go out, and then drink and do yoga.”

“What is he upset about?”

I shrug because I don’t want to reveal Kit’s secret.

But when we get into the lounge, I remember something I forgot. We don’t have one person who stayed at home, we had two, and, judging by the way she’s trying to climb Callan, she enjoyed Drunk Yoga, too.

Callan gasps and hoists her up. She wraps her arms and legs around him and holds on, giggling.

Kit makes a noise and continues doing whatever he’s doing. Wait- is he making snow angels out of talcum powder?

“I’m not cleaning that up!” I snap, but I can’t stay angry at them, especially not when Kit looks so adorably messed up.

It’s not usual to see him in anything less than perfection, so this is just a real treat. I go and sit beside him.

“Raider!” he says and holds out his arms for a hug.

I decide what the fuck and lean down and hug him.

“I’m playing again!”

“You are?”

“I am. They fixed it.”

Kit kisses me. It’s sloppy and perfect. I pull him closer to me. He smells of talc, and every movement sends a puff of white powder into the air. But this is one of the best days of my life.

Nothing can ruin this.

Kit blinks up at me with tears in his eyes.

“You are perfect, and I love you. I don’t regret a thing,” I whisper and reach out slowly to take his phone away from him.

Kit’s lower lip trembles.

“Not one moment.”

He gets up, stumbling and unbalanced, but throws himself into my arms, holding on to me tight.

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