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I raised my palm, trying my best to calm her down. “No, that’s not true. We didn’t start this until after we moved to France. I’m your dad, and that’s all there is to it.”

The truth of the matter was that her accusation hurt me a little bit. I was quick to set those feelings aside, however. In that moment, her feelings were what was important, not mine.

“Aim,” Gen said, taking a hesitant step forward. “I… I don’t know what to say. It’s just that—”

“Shut up!” The words came out with a razor-sharp edge. “Just shut up, OK? I don’t want to hear any crap out of your mouth. Seriously, what the hell is even going on with you four? Are you all in love with Gen or something?”

I opened my mouth to speak, but nothing came out.

Was it true?

Were we falling in love with her?

My brothers didn’t say a word either, making me wonder if they were just as confused by the question as I was.

Amy took one slow sip of water, tears streaming down her face that she quickly wiped away. After a moment, she stood up.

“I don’t want to hear anymore. Ican’thear anymore. I… can’t…”

She hurried toward the door furthest away, turning toward us before leaving the kitchen.

“I don’t want to speak to any of you. Not for a long, long while.”

With that, she left, and the four of us stood dumbfounded, wondering what the hell we were going to do next.

Chapter 24

Gen

Iknew I should’ve given Amy her space, but I couldn’t help it. After coming to my senses there in the kitchen, I ran out of the room, leaving through the same door from which Amy had left.

“Gen!” Sam called out. “Don’t.”

Maybe he was right, maybe I was making a bad call. Didn’t matter. I needed to talk to Amy, needed to tell her how sorry I was that she’d walked in on what she had.

I hurried through the first floor of the house, spotting the front door as it slowly closed on its own. Rushing over, I grabbed the door and stepped through, spotting a small, dark blue car parked down the main driveway.

Amy was there, opening the trunk and tossing the luggage she’d obviously brought in with her.

“Amy!”

“Leave me alone!” she didn’t even look back at me as she slammed the trunk shut. “I don’t want to hear anything you have to say!”

There was nothing in her tone that suggested she was in the mood for conversation. Instead, she stormed around the car, got in, and slammed the door shut. The guys approached, all coming to a stop next to me. I hoped that one of them would speak up and utter the magic words, whatever they might be, that would make Amy stop what she was doing.

Instead, we watched in silence as she started the engine and drove off. As far as I could tell, she didn’t so much as glance back over her shoulder at us. Amy pulled around the bend, the noise of the engine growing quieter as she departed.

“That went badly.” Sean broke the silence, sharing the most obvious possible assessment of the situation.

“No shit,” Seth replied.

Sam shook his head. “Not a chance I’m letting her go like that.”

“What’re you going to do?” Seth asked. “Get into a high-speed chase with her? Not a good idea to drive when you’re both emotional like this.”

Sam cleared his throat and spoke. “House, lock the gate at the end of the driveway.”

“Gate is locked,” came the reply from a nearby speaker.

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