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“What? Who’s puking?” Christian asked.
“Emmalyn. She’s got a stomach bug,” Barron said, not looking anybody in the eye as he blatantly lied to them all.
“Lots of fluids, Barron. Not that sport drink crap. Go get her some of that Liquid IV mix you put in water. It’ll help,” Christian said.
“Will do,” Barron said.
“Anyway, y’all just keep doing what you’re doing. Hopefully Remi will be rejoining us soon, until then, he’s not clan.”
“I’m going to go see about Emmalyn,” Analise said. “I hope we get to see you soon, Christian and Addie.”
“We’ll be home for a couple of days in a few weeks.”
“You better find some time when I have this ruffian I’m carrying,” Tempest said.
Christian laughed. “Count on it!” he promised. “Y’all take care.” He disconnected the call on his end. Brandt picked up his phone and slid it into his back pocket.
“I don’t think I’ll be able to make it when you go in to labor, Tempest, but please, one of y’all call me so I can pretend to be a part of it,” Ronan said.
“You know I will,” Havoc promised.
“Good. Well, then on that note, I’ll talk to y’all later. I have a paper due on Molecular Robotics and DNA Transport in The Human Genome,” Ronan said.
“I don’t even know how to repeat what you just said,” Havoc grumbled.
“It’s okay, though, I do,” Ronan laughed. “I love y’all. See you soon.”
“Take care, Ronan,” Brandt said.
Havoc picked up his phone and made sure the call disconnected, before putting it down again.
“Where did that boy get his brains?” Barron asked.
“Don’t let him fool you,” Brandt said, pointing at Havoc, and then at Hellen, “or her either. They’re both just as intelligent as Ronan is. He’s just the only one that’s ever applied himself to make it work for him.”
Hellen winked at Brandt.
“Molecular what?” Havoc asked.
“See? He’s still faking it,” Brandt said.
“Well, if there’s nothing to add, we’re going to head back home,” Hellen said.
“You alright? You were very quiet for the whole thing,” Brandt said.
Hellen shrugged. “Yeah, I guess. But it doesn’t really matter if I’m not. It is what it is.” She stood and held her hand out to Lucien. He took her hand and stood to join her as they headed home. “Y’all let us know if anything changes, yeah?”
“Definitely,” Brandt said, watching them as they made their way down the steps leading from his raised porch looking over the river, to the ground below.
“Hellen?” Brandt said.
Hellen paused and looked up at Brandt.
“Don’t go try to save Remi. This is between me and him and the only thing that will happen if everybody else tries to get involved, is that it gets messier and messier.”
“Well, hell,” she said.
Brandt smirked at her. “It’ll be okay. Just let it lie.”
