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Millie laughs. “You guys are ridiculous.”

Lennox gasps. “Did you just call Daniel Hall your boyfriend?” Her voice is far too loud for such a public place.

While I don’t have a problem oversharing with my friends, I don’t exactly want all of Boston to know my business. Although, at this point, the whole restaurant probably knows thatLake Fucking Paige is going to be my baby’s grandmother.

I arch a brow at Millie. “Earmuffs.”

She rolls her eyes, but she cups her hands over her ears and rests her elbows on the table.

“Last night, when Jasper called, Daniel said, and I quote…” I shake my shoulders and lower my chin so I can deepen my voice. “‘There is no way my pregnant girlfriend is going to get out of bed at ten p.m. to deal with some asshole in a bar.’ And when all I did was bat my lashes at him, he added, ‘And yes, I called you my girlfriend. You’re going to have to deal with it.’”

Lennox fans her face while Millie pouts, pulling her hands down from her ears. “You seriously made me cover my ears for that? I’ve heard you moan my brother’s name like a banshee in heat.”

With a lick of my lips, I fight a smirk. It’s no use. “And not only did I not argue with his terminology, but I made him say the word over and over until I came three times.”

“Oh my god,” Millie whines.

I smile at my boyfriend’s twin sister. “I warned you.”

THIRTY-THREE

HANNAH

The rideto Ford and Lake’s house is a beautiful one. Especially in late summer, when the sky is almost iridescent magentas and fuchsias and the air is balmy against my sun-kissed skin. After brunch, I took a nap on the roof of the Langfield Corp building. It’s surprisingly quiet up there when there’s no baseball to be watched.

On game days, it’s a great spot to catch the game, not that I’ve ever had the opportunity. I’m always in the stadium, available for whatever may arise.

With no game until tomorrow night and the lecture Daniel gave the boys, I’m hopeful the evening will be a relaxing one.

The drive to Bristol is an hour, and though we’re quiet, Daniel peers over at me every few minutes.

“Are you nervous?”

Because, god, he’s making me nervous.

“No.” A slow smile spreads across his face. With a hand on my bare thigh—I’m wearing a sundress since I’m meeting the parents tonight and it felt like I should be dressed up for that—he squeezes. “Just trying to figure out how I got so damn lucky.”

“Daniel.”

“Baby, don’t say my name like that. You know it makes me hard, and I can’t walk into my dad’s house hard.”

I giggle. “I’m sure it wouldn’t be the first time. Lake Paige is your freaking stepmother.”

He shrugs. “Honestly, you might not believe it, but I never really crushed on her.”

He’s right. That’s impossible. Every human on the planet under the age of forty—and plenty over forty, including her husband—has a crush on Lake Paige. Even me. She’s the biggest popstar of our generation. She’s absolutely brilliant when it comes to music and she’s freaking gorgeous. How could Daniel spend so much time around her and not have a crush on her?

Not that it matters. Lake is obsessed with Ford, and Daniel is clearly obsessed with me.

My man is not a cheater, nor has he ever made me feel like he’s interested in another woman. In fact, if I think back to every moment since I met him, he’s always made it clear he’s only got a crush on me.

“How long have you liked me?” I shift in my seat and study him.

Lips tipping up, he side-eyes me. “Ah, she’s catching on.”

I cough out a laugh. He does that often. Takes me by surprise. Makes me light up with joy.

“I guess I am a little nervous,” he admits, though his smile is still firmly in place.

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