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“You must be very angry,” I say. “I call, you don’t answer. I send flowers—fucking flowers, Winter—and I don’t even get a text. I tap into the cameras, and you have them offline…”
“Your sister came when she was called,” I taunt.
“Why couldn’t I like the easy one? But no, I wanted this one.”
“The only one who can bring Ivar Torrance’s father to his knees is Ivar’s mother.”
I laugh and squeeze her harder. I never actually thought I’d succeed. After Ivarsen was born, I wanted to keep going. Kids in our twenties, raise them in our thirties, and ship them off to college in our forties when we’re still young enough to have the house to ourselves and still be kinky, you know?
wait, because everything hinges on hearing his voice. “I knew you were in my truck that day,” he says in a low voice. I blink. What? “I saw the backdoor open in the rearview mirror,” he explains. “And then I saw it close.” In his truck…? And then it hits me. Devil’s Night so long ago when I snuck into his truck to follow him and his friends. The same one where he let me try his beer for the first time. “You weren’t old enough for everything,” he continues, “but you were old enough for some things,
and I couldn’t wait anymore. It was always there. Since we were kids.”
“And you wouldn’t have turned up until I dropped you off for school the next morning,” he goes on. “In front of everyone so they knew who the fuck had you now.”
“Then why would you ever think the idea of children with any other woman wouldn’t make me sick?” he whispers, and I can hear the pain in his voice. “We will have kids. If you want them. But I will never not have you.” He shakes me. “Do you understand?” A sob lodges in my throat.
But Michael clamps his hand over my mouth and whispers in my ear. “Don’t even think about it,” he warns.
“No matter the money or the meetings or the mayor’s office, Michael,” I tell him, “I’ll always be perpetually twelve. Searching for Trevor’s older brother in every room I enter.”
laughing and playing. I wanted the noise. I wanted it all over the house. I wanted it filling our lives from here on out.
My stomach turned a little. I wanted more kids, but I didn’t like putting her body through this at all. I knew she’d be fine once she healed, but it almost seemed unfair that some women did this five or six times. Sometimes more. It looked brutal.
“I like it,” I told her. She paused and then said, “I love you.” A pang hit my heart like it always did when she said that. Like I was falling for her all over again.
