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Imagining Sage asourdaughter.

Imagining Sage with amom.

This is all I’ve ever wanted for her, and I’m so fucking happy that we finally found it.

“I really like Liv,” Cole adds. “She seems sweet, and Rory tells me how great she is with Sage.”

“My girl absolutely adores her,” I grin. “And it’s mutual. They both love each other.”

“And you love both of them,” Ari snickers.

But it’s not like I’m going to deny it.

“I do,” I admit. “I know I love Olive. I’ve told her that.”

“Holy shit,” Josh states emphatically. “You’re in love with her.”

“Figured that was obvious by now,” I chuckle. “I’m fucking obsessed with her.”

“I knew that from the beginning,” Ari laughs. “You had fucking hearts in your eyes when we met her.”

The clubhouse door cracks open, turning our attention toward it. “Please tell me everyone is dressed.”

“Come on in, Luc,” I yell, and we watch as she strides inside.

And she ispissedright now.

“Whoa, what’s wrong?” Cole asks, hands up, as Lucia continues as if she’s on a warpath.

“What’s wrong is that men named Matt are the scum of the fucking Earth,” she gripes, anger seeping out of her.

“What did he do?” I ask cautiously.

“Stuck his dick in his coworker, that’s what he did.”

Lucia takes a deep breath as we all gape at her.

“He cheated on you?” Josh questions.

She nods solemnly. “I stayed with him last night and left when I came into work this morning. But I forgot my phone, so I had to circle back and grab it. And when I did, I found him balls deep in his fucking coworker. The same bitch he told me he had no interest in after she kept blatantly flirting with him.”

“Are you okay?” Knox’s tone is gentle, trying to help bring Lucia down.

“I’m fine,” she says quickly, refusing to let any emotion show. “I don’t cry over pricks that don’t deserve my tears.” She turns her attention now to Ari. “Go ahead, Morgan. I know you have shit you want to say. Let it out. Tell me how wrong I was.”

Ari just looks at her with sympathy. “I’m sorry, Lucia. You didn’t deserve that.”

“Oh,” she says softly. “Um, thanks, Ari.”

I don’t get to process that amicable display between those two before Lucia is gesturing for me to stand up.

“What are we doing?” I ask.

“Conditioning,” she answers, walking ahead of me toward the training room. “Don’t forget you’re old now.”

I roll my eyes, but I let her have it.

She’s been through enough right now.

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