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“It looks so pretty against your skin tone. I’m glad it found a home with you because a lot of people like peach moonstone,” Asha says, and Olivia nods.
“Peach moonstone can promote emotional healing and enhance intuition. It’s a powerful stone and very sought after,” Olivia adds on.
“Oh, well, that’s very fitting for my situation then,” I say with a small laugh.
“Ah, yes. Aly filled us in on the drama with your…gemof an ex-husband.”
My stomach drops. How much do they know? Do they think less of me because I’m associated with Liam? How does Aly feel about it? Does she hate me for being associated with him?
“He’s a real piece of work, isn’t he? I’m glad you got out of that relationship,” Iris tsks, shaking her head.
“I think it was a mutually beneficial divorce for sure.” I don’t like talking bad about him, even if he probably deserves it.
“Well,” Aly’s small voice startles me, I didn’t realize she was on my other side, “I don’t like him. I’m glad you’re in love with my dad now.”
She says it so certainly, like she’s privy to my inner thoughts about her dad.
The tips of Morgan’s ears are pink when I look at him, and he just gives me a small shrug as if to sayI’m not going to correct her.
“Your dad treats me way better than my ex-husband ever did. I’m very lucky to have him in my life,” I say in response to Aly.
Before anyone says anything else, the front door slams shut, and a deep voice bellows, “I’m home!”
Aly gasps, “UNCLE KENNY!” then runs to the man entering the kitchen.
Chapter 33
Morgan
“Kendall Eugene Fowler, what on earth are you doing here?” Mom sets her hands on her hips and scowls, trying to look intimidating. It still works on us even though we’re almost a foot taller than her.
Kendall grimaces at the use of his middle name but flashes Mom his best golden-boy smile.
It doesn’t work on her.
“Can’t a guy crash his family lunch and come see his beloved mother?” Kendall asks, setting Aly down on the ground and giving Mom a bear hug.
“Considering you didn’t call or text to tell me you were traveling all the way from Pennsylvania, I don’t think this is a good-will visit.”
“Well, I have some big news to share with everyone, so I—” he stops when his gaze lands on Hannah. The change in his demeanor is instant as he turns on the playboy charm. “Hello,” he croons. “I don’t think we’ve met before. I’m Kendall.” He extends his hand to Hannah who takes it in a firm handshake.
“I’m Hannah.”
“Hannah. Lovely name for a lovely girl,” he says, and all three of my sisters gag.
“She’s Dad’s girlfriend, Uncle Kenny. Get your own,” Aly, my sweet angel of a daughter, says, standing in front of Hannah like she can protect her from my brother.
Everyone laughs at Aly’s declaration, including me and Hannah.
Kendall’s head whips around to me, at least having the decency to look a little apologetic as he mouths,sorry.
I walk over and wrap my arm around Hannah. I know there’s nothing to worry about, Kendall would never try to steal her, and I can tell Hannah has no interest in my brother.
“How long have you been together? Why didn’t I know about it?” Kendall asks as he doles out hugs to the rest of the group.
“We made it official last night, actually. And you would know things if you ever checked your freaking phone.”
“Well, congrats, bro. I’m happy for you. As long as this isn’t another situation like Witch-ney where you’re only with her because she’s knocked up.” Kendall winks at me, and I feel Hannah stiffen beside me.
