Page 206 of Destined Lovers

“Nora, just leave them be,” her worried voice murmurs.

No way, I’m too invested in this to leave it. I break free of her hold and put my ear to the door.

“They’re at a party. They had to expect people could hear,” I whisper.

“Behind closed doors!”

“Same difference,” I say and put my finger to my lips for silence. I want to listen.

“Leave me alone already, Jack!” Annabelle spits in anger

“Why won’t you talk to me about it, B? You’re being a stubborn ass. Let’s work together.”

“Stubborn arse? Stubborn arse? Just get out!” she bellows, and he chuckles.

Oh no, you never laugh at a woman when she’s mad! Bad move, Jackson. Bad move.

I hear his footsteps on a mission, probably walking toward her. His voice lowers lethally. “Just because you’re a married woman now doesn’t mean you need to turn your inner bitch on me.”

I don’t hear the rest. My ears are burning… married woman?

Oh. My. God!

Annabelle is married? And to whom?

I go to take a step back, but Penny starts waving her hands to get my attention as Declan rounds the corner.

His eyes narrow. “What are you doing?”

“Nothing,” I squeal and run up to his side as he continuously eyes me suspiciously.

He walks me out toward the car, and I glance back longingly, dying to know what’s happening in that closet.

Well, I have a new life mission… find out who the hell Annabelle is married to.

* * *

“What’s going on with you?” Declan asks as we walk through the bedroom door.

I yawn. “Just exhausted.” It’s the truth. As amazing as these past few days have been, they’ve taken a lot out of me, especially now that I’m growing another human.

I might have been thinking about Jackson and Belle the whole car ride, but now I’m ready to relax with my love.

I take off my earrings and open my wooden box to put them away as a bunch of papers flutter out.

“I got it, Pip.” Declan leans down and picks them all up, bringing them back to his side of the bed.

How the hell did he get naked so quickly?

I undress and get under the cover with him. Too lazy to take off my makeup right now.

“What were those papers?” I ask.

He leans up on his side and runs his hands through my thick hair, playing with the ends as he goes.

I smile softly. I love little things like this that he does. The small gestures purely meant to comfort me.

“I wrote to you, quotes, the days you were away,” he whispers, then wraps his arm around me, pulling me close to his chest.

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