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The drive back to Kiyaya’s was quiet, and I thought of Tracker and Paxton. I hoped Mrs. Stone kept her word about getting the two reunited quickly. Crusher, Speed, Devil, Flirt, and Jag weren’t brothers by blood, they were better. I couldn’t imagine after growing up together what it would have been like to be separated. It’d been hard enough when we all went our separate ways for the military at eighteen. I had made the decision by the time we got to the house that I would check in with Mrs. Stone about the boys when I came back in a few weeks.

After we arrived back home, the rest of the day was relaxing, and Kiyaya and I spent the evening playing checkers. I didn’t win a game.

Friday morning rolledaround, and after breakfast and making sure Kiyaya understood when to take his antibiotics, I packed my things in my saddlebags.

“I’ll call and let you know when I’ll be back. It shouldn’t take too long to get the windows in. You have enough wood chopped and groceries for at least a week or two. And don’t throw the medicine in the trash after I leave.”

“You worry like anlmamá, old woman,” Kiyaya griped from the couch.

“I just don’t want to have to haul your old ass back to clinic.”

“I will take the medicine, Emery.”

“Okay. Well, I’m going to hit the road,” I said. “Love ya,xwísaat, old man.”

Kiyaya stood and walked to the door where I stood with my bags. “Átawityou,love you,áswan,boy.”

I dropped my bags and hugged the stubborn old man. “No wild parties while I’m gone.”

“Eh.”

After I released him, I picked up my saddlebags and went out the door. Once I’d fastened the saddlebags, I mounted my bike. I looked over my shoulder before I turned onto the main road and saw Kiyaya in the doorway watching, and I threw my hand up. When my bike hit the blacktop, I cut loose on the throttle and headed home.

On the ride, I had plenty of time to think of Mac. I hoped she was ready because I had miles of riding to plan my attack.

Chapter Six

Mac

“Two boys,” Luna saidon repeat as we stood at the receptionist desk to schedule her next appointment.

“I explained monoamniotic twins to you,” I said and chuckled when Luna rolled her eyes.

“Yeah, yeah. They share everything, except they each have their own cord. I’ll tell you what they share—my sanity. I’m already bigger than Sami, and her due date is before mine. They could have been girls and saved me at least some stretch marks. But no, two boys that are the size of this one.” She pointed to Ghost, who stood beside her still holding and staring at the sonogram snapshot of his sons.

“They won’t come out his size. You know that, right?” Bailey said and earned a glare from Luna.

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