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“What?” Low asked.
“You’re keepin’ a lid on it until Zara calls you.”
Low rolled her eyes. “Of course I will.”
“Shit,” Dodge drew out.
Low waved a hand around. “Relax. I won’t say anything. But please call me when you’re telling them. I want to be on FaceTime or something.”
Texas nodded. “You got it. We better hit the road, though.”
Saint tossed his keys up and down. “I’ll be driving you two.”
They said another round of goodbyes and left with a final wave back to their family. Rommy hugged her mom.
“We’ll see them soon enough,” she said before shaking her by the arms. “You’re gonna be a grandmother.”
Low squealed and hugged Rommy again. “I think I want to be called Grammy.”
Dodge walked over to them and kissed his wife’s temple. “I like it.”
“You should be, Pops,” Rommy suggested before her eyes widened, “My food!” she cried and raced over to her plate.
Eve laughed and then called, “It can be warmed.”
She put a protective arm around her dish. “Nope, I’m good.”
Snorting, I asked Eve, “Want a coffee or some food?”
She faced me, her hands resting at my waist. “Can we go talk first?”
“Yeah.” I nodded and took her hand to lead her upstairs to my room.
As soon as I had the door closed, she said, “I’m so sorry.”
My throat tightened.
She wasn’t second guessing this already, right?
Fuck me. I’m gonna shit myself.
“What for?” I slowly and gently asked.
Her brows shot up. “What for? For fucking this up. For being a bitch. For giving you mixed signals. For everything I said that was nasty. I never meant to be horrid, but I couldn’t stop my mouth. I wanted to force every terrible thing I said to you back down my throat because… because I could see that it hurt you.”
Her hands fisted at her sides as tears welled.
Moving over to her, I cupped the back of her neck, gripping her hair until she gave me her gaze. “We’ve been dancin’ around each other for years, but I need you to know right now that you’re worth the wait.” Tears fell from her eyes, and her bottom lip trembled. “Sweetheart, I was more hurt for you when we had our moments because I knew you never meant any of it. You’ve been strugglin’. I saw it, felt it, but now that you’ve allowed me in, you don’t have to handle this on your own. We’ll deal with anythin’ that comes up together, yeah?”
She gripped at my tee under my cut and dropped her forehead to my chest. “Damn you.”
Chuckling, I asked, “Too much?”
She shook her head against me. “No. It was perfect. You always are. You made it easy to fall in love with you.”
I stilled.
Did she realise what she’d said?
