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“Melinda’s met her. And let’s remember that Mom has a weird obsession with being close to our exes, even whenwedon’t want to be.”

“That’s true,” Emmett said. “So, what you’re saying is that I need to have words with Melinda.”

“Melinda is no Cheryl. She honestly just wants you to be happy and has no idea who Trinity is. Yet. But give that girl another day or two, and she’ll put it all together.”

“I know. I am worried about that.”

“Maybe you should tell her before she finds out on her own,” Jamison said.

“I need a couple of days. Rhett is doing his thing, and I’m heading to Fort Lauderdale tomorrow. I need to know why Robash is lying.”

“Do you think Trinity’s dad murdered those men?” Jamison asked in a hushed tone.

“Actually, no. I don’t. But I also don’t have access to all the hard evidence. So, I could be talking out of my ass.”

“I trust your instincts,” Jamison said. “What does Mom think?”

“That this case stinks, and that Jeff Allen got a raw deal.”

* * *

Trinity glancedup at the sky and stared at the stars and the moon. She’d always loved living in Florida, but something about South Florida was extra-special. It was different than Pensacola. It was almost magical. The moon was brighter, and the stars dotted the endless sky, lighting it up like a Christmas tree.

She could get used to living in a place like Lighthouse Cove.

She brought the light beer to her lips and eyed a pregnant woman as she approached with a smile.

“Trinity?” the woman asked.

“Yes. And you are?”

“Bryn. I’m Jamison’s wife. Jamison is one of Emmett’s brothers.” Bryn took a seat at the table. “Sorry to intrude, but my feet are killing me, and this baby is kicking the hell out of my insides.”

“No worries,” Trinity said. “How far along are you?”

“Six months. It’s my second one, and at this rate, my last one,” she said. “We want more, but we’ll adopt the next.”

“Are you serious?” Trinity’s voice screeched, and her pulse increased. “I’m sorry. That sounded rude.” There was no way a stranger could know that conversation was a hot button for her or that it would trigger a shit-ton of emotions.

“Not at all. And, yes. I’m serious. Both Jamison and I love the idea of adopting. To make a very long story short, we believe that, sometimes, the best families aren’t created the old-fashioned way.”

“I think that’s beautiful.”

“So do we.” Bryn stretched out her legs, crossing her ankles. “Looks like the boys are next in line. I’m so freaking hungry, I think I could eat two lobster rolls.”

“Emmett looks so different from Jamison,” Trinity commented.

“They have different fathers,” Bryn said. “Jamison looks like his biological father, while Emmett favors his biological father. It’s all a bit confusing at first, but we’re one big happy family now.”

“This might be a strange question, but is that why you’re interested in adopting?” For Trinity to ever have a family, she’d have to adopt. But she was thirty-six years old. She wasn’t a spring chicken. And who didn’t want to have a child of their own? Even Jamison and this woman were having one together. And she had two naturally, so it wasn’t like adoption was their only chance at a family. They had choices—unlike Trinity.

“There are a million reasons we want to adopt. One is that we want to have a large family, and neither of us is getting any younger. And another is that Jamison does a lot of volunteer work with an orphanage. He sees kids that need a good home every day. He’d like to adopt an older child, and I’m totally on board with that. We’re even talking about fostering. We’re not exactly sure what we’re going to do yet, but as soon as this little guy is born, and we’ve adjusted to having two kids, we’re going to start the paperwork.”

“That’s cool. A lot of people would shy away from that.”

“My Jamison isn’t a lot of people.” Bryn smiled, her eyes twinkling. “He brings out the best in everyone, and I’m lucky to love him.”

“I’d say he’s the lucky one.”

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