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“OK. Mirage. That’s fine. I like both the personalities.”

She signed again.

“Mirage doesn’t like fish…Got it. No fish. I don’t like fish either,” I said.

“Me either,” Stitches said. “Tastes like the ass end of a fishing rod. No thanks.”

“I actually don’t think any of us eat fish,” I said, thinking it over. “No. No fish ever.”

She grinned and got to her feet. There was a knock on the bathroom door, and Mirage’s voice sounded out. It was muffled, so I couldn’t make out what he was saying, but it didn’t matter. We needed to get stuff together for tonight and let everyone else know.

“We’ll let you go,” I said. “See you tonight?”

She nodded, smiling at us.

“Can’t wait,” Stitches said. “Seriously. We miss you.”

“We love you, too,” I added.

She kissed the tips of her fingers before pressing them to the lens. The call disconnected after that, leaving me aching inside to hold her.

“Almost there,” I murmured to Stitches.

“Fucking nightmare journey.” He sighed and raked his fingers through his hair.

I nodded. He wasn’t wrong.

“Let’s go tell everyone.” He walked to the door. It took me a minute, but I got up and followed him.

Tonight couldn’t get here fast enough.

Maybe I’d be the one to fuck her in Bryce’s bed.

CHURCH

Iwatched Ashes scurrying around the kitchen, a yellow apron with daisies on it in place, a knife in hand. It made me smirk. This house had been dead for weeks now since Sirena left.

The fact she would be here tonight and we’d sit as a family unit for the first time even had me excited, and I didn’t get excited about shit.

“She said she’d be here?” Cady asked as she came in and sat on the couch. I tugged my focus from Ashes in the kitchen with Stitches to Cady.

“Yes.”

Cady’s leg bounced. “Did she seem upset or anything?”

“What would she have to be upset about?” I asked, raising a brow at her. “Did you do something to piss her off?”

She shook her head, her blue eyes wide.

“You sure? You’ve been trailing behind Sin like a lost puppy these last few weeks.”

She shook her head and looked at her hands. “It’s not what you think; if you are thinking what I think you’re thinking, you’re an idiot.”

I tensed at her words. “What the fuck would I be thinking?”

“That we’re messing around together since I’m p-pregnant and it m-might be his.”

I stared at her for a long time before finally speaking, my irritation rising. It seemed to do that a lot whenever she was around.

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