Page 74 of Secret Triplets for Christmas

Mira looked at me with concern.

I rolled my eyes. “We’ll be fine. Won’t we?” I asked Flynn.

“I’ll make sure you and your girls are safe.”

“See?”

Mira didn’t look convinced. “I’m going to finish up in the kitchen.” She left me alone with Flynn.

"Must be nice, getting back into your own home,” he said.

"Definitely. The girls and I need our routine. Routine is synonymous with peace of mind."

He laughed. “I can imagine. I have to tell you, raising three girls on your own… that’s got to be a challenge.”

“It has its moments,” I admitted. Honestly, without my father and Mira, I wasn’t sure I’d have survived those first two years.

“Although, I imagine had Liam lived, you’d probably still be doing most of the raising on your own.”

I frowned, surprised by his harsh assessment of Liam. Then I wondered how he knew… or suspected… that Liam was the girls’ father.

“What makes you say that?”

He shrugged. “He always lived a little too much in the moment. It made him reckless.”

He wasn’t wrong, but Liam had his attributes as well. “He had a big heart.” And he was brave, I'd recently discovered.

“Maybe.”

“I thought you and Liam were friends,” I said.

“We were. And I don’t mean to speak ill of him. I liked him. A lot. I just find it hard to see him as a father of three.”

I wasn’t sure why I was pushing this conversation. The truth was that Liam wasn’t a father of three. Oliver was. Another truth was that I was glad that Oliver was their father. He was the man I’d grown to respect and love.

“I guess we’ll never know,” I said, a bit more tersely than needed.

He held up his hands. “I’m sorry if I’m being insensitive. I’m sure Liam would have done the right thing by you and the girls.”

I found that statement odd, although perhaps he knew Liam and I hadn’t been together at the end.

I nodded, but in my mind, Liam’s doing the right thing had been trying to get the FBI to investigate the Social Security scam.

“I’ll leave you to it,” he said.

“Thank you for checking in,” I said, following him to the door.

“Happy to do it. Let me know if you find anything that can help us put this asshole away.”

“You’ll be the first.”

Once he left, I headed to the kitchen where I found Mira rummaging through my fridge. “You need groceries.”

“I can do that later.”

She shut the door and looked at me. “I heard you talking to the detective. It made me wonder if you’d told Oliver the truth about the girls yet.”

My gut clenched in guilt. “No. Each time I try, I’m thwarted.”

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