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A few chuckles ripple through the crew, but Vic just arches a brow. He steps forward, his hand still resting warm and steady against my back, then looks out at the team. With a deep, exasperated sigh, he finally concedes.

“All right, folks,” he announces, voice smooth and composed, as if he hadn’t just been caught throwing a tantrum. “Let’s get back to work.”

The tension on the set dissipates and is replaced with amusement. The crew moves back into position, the cameras reset, and everything starts falling back into rhythm.

But just as I turn to step away, Vic lifts my hand and presses the softest, most delicate kiss to the top of it.

I barely have time to catch my breath before two small hands tug at mine. I look down to find Ari beaming up at me. She rests her head against my leg and looks up at me with the most pure, innocent eyes.

Syd is right beside her, ready for me to lift her into my arms. And I do then hug her close, squeezing her just as tight as she’s squeezing me.

In the midst of our cuddles, she tilts her head and asks with hopeful eyes, “Nowcan you come to our house tonight?”

My chest tightens, swells, aches. These girls want me in their home. In their world. In their hearts.

I let out a breathy laugh, hugging Syd even closer. “Only if your daddy will have me.”

Ari giggles, the purest and softest sound, while leaning into me even more. “Of course he will, Ms. Kind. Daddy loves you. And so do we.”

My heart shatters in the best way. And as I look up, my gaze locks on Vic’s. He’s watching me, watching them, watching us. At this moment, I’ve never belonged anywhere more than I belong here. With him. With them.

And as Vic steps in front of the camera, composed, charismatic, and so effortlessly in his element, I know I’m witnessing the beginning of something much bigger than just a show.

I know I’m witnessing the beginning of us.

Chapter 24

Family Night – Kerry

I’ve never attended the infamous Grimes Family Night. Their Saturdays are sacred, and according to the girls, each one is “the best day ever.”

And now, after the most exhilarating kiss of my life, I’m here to be a part of it.

I live with them five days a week, so I shouldn’t be nervous, but this is different.

This isn’t work. This isn’t part of the contract. This is an invitation. This is leisure. This is crossing a line—twice in one day. Another professional risk we’re willingly taking, and I can only pray it’s not one I’ll regret.

Nervous as hell, I stand at Vic’s front door, exhaling as I smooth down my Clark Atlanta pajama set, mentally debating whether I look... right? Casual but not too casual. Comfortable but still cute.

Before I even knock, the door swings open, and I see two of my favorite faces in the world.

“Ms. Kind! You’re here!” Syd barrels into my arms before I can get a word out, her little body warm and buzzing with excitement. I lift her up and laugh as she squeezes me tight.

Then, I spot Ari nearby, already dressed for bed, her eyes watching me with something softer. Something deeper. Her expression is unreadable, but it makes my heart pinch. I kneel, opening my arms. She steps into them without hesitation.

Ari’s hug is different from Syd’s. It lingers. She clings to me, holding on like she’s afraid I might slip away. And I find myself wanting to assure her that I’ll never let go.

A sigh escapes her as she whispers against my shoulder. “Thank you for coming. We have so much planned.”

I run my fingers through her curls, pressing my chin to the top of her head. “I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

Then suddenly, a buttery sweet aroma drifts from the kitchen.

I take a deep whiff and let out a low, appreciative sigh. “Mmm. What in the world is your dad cookin’ up in there?”

“This is why we don’t eat sweets during the week. C’mon!” Syd giggles.

The girls each grab a hand and drag me toward the kitchen, where the scent of cinnamon rolls collides with the even more delicious scentandsight of Vic.

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