Page 91 of A Play for Love

“Why isn’t he married if he’s so nice?” Sofia’s eyes narrowed.

“He’s divorced. His wife cheated on him with one of her co-workers,” Sam said.

“Feel better, babe?” I asked.

“No. She shouldn’t be doing that.”

“I feel you, Sof,” Simon said. “Welcome to our world. We’ve been dealing with this shit our whole lives with both of our parents. Let’s just hope that if something comes of it, this Mark guy is decent, and Rose doesn’t end up shooting him.”

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One Week Later

“Goodbye, sweetheart.” I hugged Ella tightly. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Bye, Dad. I can’t wait for you to see me in my dress.” A bright grin crossed her face.

“I know you’re going to look absolutely beautiful in it.” I kissed her forehead.

“Are you going to be okay here with Nicholas?” Sofia asked me.

“Babe, I am more than capable of caring for our son. Besides, Grayson and Gabriel are staying here tonight.” I gripped her hips and kissed her lips. “I love you, and I’ll miss you like crazy.”

“I love you too, Nathan.”

“Mom, come on!” Ella said. “I’m excited to stay at the hotel.”

“I’ll see you tomorrow in the gardens.” The corners of my mouth curved upward as I leaned in and kissed her one last time before she became my wife.

The sliding door opened, and Grayson walked in.

“Hey, cousin,” he said as he walked over to the refrigerator and grabbed a beer.

“Hey. How did the meeting go with George Sutherland?” I asked as I set Nicholas in his high chair.

“It went great. He told me to come and see him when we move here, and he’ll have a position for me.”

“Excellent. Did Sam or Stefan say how long until the houses are done?”

“At least a couple of months if everything goes smoothly.”

“Don’t forget, you and Gabriel can stay with anyone of us until they’re ready. You’re more than welcome.”

“Thanks, Nathan. We appreciate it.”

“Speaking of Gabriel, where is he?” I asked.

“He’s over at Christian’s house talking about hearts.” He smirked.

“Ah, Ella would be very jealous that she’s not in on that conversation.” I sat in front of Nicholas and began feeding him.

As Grayson and I talked, his phone kept dinging with text messages.

“Aren’t you going to respond to any of those?” A smirk crossed my lips.

“No. She’s annoying.”

“She?” I smiled. “Who is she?”

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