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Fucking Rogue.

Nash snorted, shaking his head. If he’d learned anything in this life, it was to always expect Rogue to be Rogue.

“No,” Nash said, looking over at Rogue.

They’d come a long way too. It may’ve taken three decades, but they were beyond cordial.Another ten years and we might be friends.

Nash walked across the deck to where a few people were gathered. Elodie and Charley were seated across from Oz, with Tabitha leaning over the side of his chair.

“So when can I come to your house again?” she asked, peering up at Oz.

The most intimidating figure he’d ever met, and his daughter was in the throes of hero worship when it came to Oz. It might have something to do with how he catered to her. Oz was good with all the kids, but there was a special bond with Nash’s daughter. Same went for Elodie.

“How about this weekend, Tabby?” Elodie said, elbowing Charley. “Give mom and dad some alone time.”

Charley blushed and immediately glanced up at Nash. He raised his brows. Two straight days without any interruption?

“Yeah, this weekend would be great.” Her breath hitched.

You’re all mine, kitten.

The End

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