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“Is my brother ready to come out?” He twists his hands in my shirt.

“Not yet. But soon,” she replies to the eager kiddo.

“You don’t know if it’s a brother, Bennett. It could be a sister,” Lucy argues.

Jack returns and hands his wife a bottle of water. “We’re all going to find out together.”

“Hey, any word on how Spencer’s doing? I haven’t bumped into Sutton or Silas since we were at Sunset.”

“I saw Sutton at the store yesterday. He said Spencer received some burns from a work accident and they flew him to Regions Burn Center.”

“Shit, that bad?”

Jack’s mouth forms a grim line. “It’s not good, but he’s alive. His buddy wasn’t so lucky. Sounds like the bills are going to be a problem too so the family is working on putting an auction together.”

“Let me know what I can do to help.”

My phone dings with a text. I keep a hand on Bennett while I retrieve it so he doesn’t go jumping on the couch and jostling his mother. The boy is a bruiser. I think he fell no less than five times in the four hours since his parents dropped him off.

Isla:

Where are you?

Me:

At my house still. Jack and Whitney are here getting the kids

Isla:

She’s okay?

Me:

Seems that way. Either that or she broke out on her own

Isla:

Don’t go anywhere. I’m coming to you

Me:

Is everything okay?

Isla:

No. I’m fine, but I’ll explain when I get there

Me:

I’ll be waiting, starshine

Isla:

Thanks, lover

“Isla’s on her way.Something’s up, but she didn’t want to tell me over text.”

His gray eyes study mine. “Need me to stick around?”

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