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The old man raised us. He made us in his own image.” Jameson swung, and the ball went soaring. “Xan has his mind. Grayson got the gravitas. Nash has a savior complex. And I…” Another ball. Another shot. “I don’t know when to give up.”
Heads, I kiss you.” His voice broke slightly. “Tails, you kiss me. And either way, it means something.”
“You have a daughter now,” I told him, my voice low. He looked at me, his expression never wavering. “I have two.”