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“Will the temporal police come after me?” That was a worry I hadn’t thought I’d have. Were they the ones chasing me?
“I don’t know. Perhaps it’s allowed in your world. Maybe it was an accident. I have no idea,” he said. “I suppose only time will tell.”
Time was the enemy. I needed to know what I was up against before loving Wes and Evan did irreparable damage to all our hearts.
Even if it was already too late.
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Evan
When I came into the kitchen, Jett and Bren were sitting at the kitchen table, talking and eating cookies while drinking wine. The smell of a delicious dinner hung in the air.
Brennan's eyes fell on the bags in my hands and grimaced. “More things for Grace?”
“Maybe I wanted to buy myself something at the home store.” I shrugged. Not a lie.
“No Ri tonight? Cookie?” Jett offered. They were crackly and covered in powdered sugar.
I leaned in for a kiss from each. Dropping the bags on the floor, I swiped one, and bit into the soft chocolaty goodness. Flavor exploded across my tongue. I didn’t know what they were, but they were tasty. “Wow.”
“I know,” Jett replied. “Grace made them.”
Brennan shrugged. “They’re okay.”
“You’ve eaten five,” Jett teased.
“They were there.” He shrugged again.
“Ri had an assignment to finish for art class. She’ll be here for Wes’ party on Saturday. I still don’t agree with having a cookoutinsteadof the usual birthday dinner,” I said. Again. After all, Wes was turningthirty.We should be going someplace extra-special.
Brennan made a face. “Wes is happy with it. We saved you food. Do you want me to warm it up for you?”
“Thank you. I’d like that.” Dinner with my sister was a while ago.
“Is Grace even feeling up to us having a party here?” Jett asked as Brennan stood up.
“She spent all afternoon talking qubits with Spencer. I think she can handle dinner. Wes and I are going to take her out for herbirthday,” I told them.
Okay, both Riley and Spencer had mentioned wanting to come. Riley also had a couple of expensivesuggestions. But that’s what I got for sending her to a school where most of the teenagers had allowances the size of my paycheck.
Jett poured me a glass of wine. “We should do somethingfor her. I need to wrap her present.”
“You, too?” Brennan made a face as he brought me my dinner and topped off his wine.
“It’s herbirthday,” Jett replied. “Everyone should feel special on their birthday.”
“How are things at work?” I dug into my food, not feeling like starting a fight.
We sat and caught up–something I realized we hadn’t done in a while. Jett was still on desk duty. Brennan had a property he wanted to snatch up–an old estate outside of town he thought would make a good event venue.
“Wow, you’re right. If you do it, Grace and I can get married there,” I told Brennan as he showed me some pictures.
“Why? Why do you like her so much?” His brow furrowed, confusion coming through the bond.
“Why do you not?” I countered. “No, think about it. Think beyond her not remembering, her timing being bad, her past with Wes being weird, or what Caroline did. Is there something Wes and I don’t see? If there is, I genuinely want to know.”
He could be intuitive when his stubbornness didn’t blind him.
