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“Have I told you why you’re my favorite sister-in-law?” Valen says, reaching for her and leading her upstairs.

“I’m your only sister-in-law!”

“Exactly! And that’s why you never have to compete for that special spot.”

I clear my throat and raise an eyebrow when the mind-link opens up.

‘You know you're my favorite, just don’t tell the others,’Valen says, and I shake my head while closing the door.

ChapterSixty-Four

Everly

Four Years Later

“I don’t like it,” Valen growls, pacing the living room. I sigh, trying to work through the backlog of paperwork I’ve been avoiding. If he paces any more, I’ll need to replace the damn carpet.

Valen stops next to the coffee table. “Do you hear it? Does it not bother you?” he demands.

I raise an eyebrow and shake my head, turning back to the paperwork resting on my lap until my pen suddenly disappears from my hand. Annoyed, I huff, pinning him with a glare.

“Can you hear it? It’s driving me damn insane!”

“Hear what?” I ask, shaking my head and holding my hand out expectantly for my pen.

“Exactly!” Valen hisses, passing my pen back. “It’s so quiet,” he mutters to himself.

I roll my eyes. Is he seriously still carrying on over this?

“Yep, it’s great! I can now scratch my ass without one of them being up it.”

Valen glares at me.

“I’m going to get them.” He snatches up his keys, and I groan and rest my head back on the couch.

“They have been at school for not even two hours. This is part of life; kids grow up. They need to go to school, Valen!”

“Then we homeschool! Simple. Problem solved.”

I blink at him before pursing my lips. “And who would be doing this homeschooling?”

“You, of course. I have to work.”

Uh, uh, no fricking way. I finally have six hours of freedom; I am not giving that up.

“Nope, if you want to pull the girls from school to ‘homeschool,’ you are doing the damn homeschooling,” I growl at him.

“I have a city to run, I can’t homeschool; you’ll have to quit and do it,” Valen tells me.

“Exactly why am I homeschooling if you aren’t going to be here?” I ask him. He grumbles, pacing some more.

“I can’t take the damn silence. It’s too quiet, too fricking quiet, Everly. How does it not disturb you?”

I don’t even bother answering.

He’s being irrational. The man hates mess, hates loud noise, and suddenly the girls start school and he’s on the verge of a nervous breakdown. He cleaned the house frantically in an hour, and the next hour, he’s paced the floor so much I swear I see tracks.

Valen stops again, and I wait for his tirade when he jumps. “I got it!”

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