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“No clue,” I say. “To meet his kid, probably. For all I know, he’s still there.”
“He’s not,” Nathan says. “He’s gone.”
I sit up and look toward Nathan. “You talked to Evie?”
He eyes me. “I mean, we’re here. She was the one who suggested we come.”
I sink back into my seat.
Of coursethis was her doing. I shouldn’t be surprised. One of the things I love about Evie is her emotional IQ. She’s always been good at reading me. At sensing what I need, sometimes before I realize I need it myself.
A sudden restless energy pulses through me. It’s late. Already after ten, and Evie has to work in the morning. But I need to see her. Talk to her. Make sure she’s okay after talking to Devon.
“I think I need to go,” I say, my fingers drumming on my thigh. I look around at my friends. “I should, right?”
“Yes!” they all say at once.
I stand and look back at the six of them one last time.
“Thanks, guys,” I say. I can only hope they understand the true depth of my gratitude.
“Get your ugly face out of here,” Felix says, and I smile.
Then I turn and leave the arena as quickly as my knee will allow.
CHAPTER 30
ALEC
Evie’s porchlight is still on when I pull into her driveway, and there’s a light on in the living room. I told her I’d come back, so I skip knocking and just use the lock code to let myself in. I leave my shoes at the door and tiptoe into the living room.
Evie is stretched out on the couch. Her glasses are on, and a book is resting open on her chest. She looks so incredibly beautiful, and I take a minute to just look at her.
Somehow, over the past couple of months, this woman has worked her way into my heart, and I don’t have a single doubt in my mind.
From now on, I’m living for her.
For us.
I kneel beside Evie on my good knee and lift a hand to her face. She leans into the touch, then her eyes slowly flutter open.
“Hey,” I whisper, and she smiles.
“You’re here.”
“Sorry it took me so long.”
She sits up, shifting to the side to make room for me. It’s a tight fit, squeezing my six-feet-three inches onto her couch, but having her nestled against me is worth a little discomfort.
Once we’re settled, her head resting on my chest and my arms wrapped around her back, Evie asks, “Are you okay?”
“Yeah,” I say softly. “I’m really good, actually.”
She takes a deep breath and relaxes into me. “I’m so glad.” We settle into a peaceful silence for a few moments. I have more to say, but now that we’re together, Evie in my arms, I want a second to just savor being with her. Holding her like this.
Eventually, Evie lifts her head, propping it on my chest so she can look at me. “I have to show you something.”
My arms tighten around her. “Don’t get up.”
