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Jagger locked his jaw and his eyes darted to the floor, but he didn’t respond.

Grey stood a few feet away with both hands covering her mouth, her eyebrows pinched and eyes filled with pain.

I knew they both were imagining having to do the same with their daughter, Aly, who had just started saying “Dada” and “Mama” within the last ­couple months.

“Then, after all that, he spent the next eight months trying to understand that I was his mom, and finally got to the point where he understood it . . . and I left for school. To him, it probably looked like what Mom always did to us, Jagger, just kept leaving. He probably thought I wouldn’t come back.”

“No, we never let him think that,” Grey assured me. “And you were home every other weekend and you FaceTimed every day. He never thought you weren’t coming back, Charlie.”

I’d already known that, but it never made it easier on me. I waved off her worried look, and waited until I had Jagger’s attention. “You demanded that I go away to finish college. I did. I have two more conditions to fulfill from the judge, and nothing will stop me from checking them off as fast as possible so I can get custody of Keith. He’s three and a half years old, Jagger. I know you want to help me, but I want my life with him.”

One month, I thought to myself. One month and Keith will finally be my son. A tremor or fear rolled through me. Hopefully.

“Okay,” my brother finally said with a deep breath out. “But don’t rush into finding somewhere to live just because of this court date. You two have a place with us, and you can stay there as long as you need. That appointment can be pushed back, all right?”

I nodded quickly, though I had no intentions of doing that. I would find the perfect place for us in time. I knew it.

Jagger held my stare for a few more seconds, then took a step away. “I’m gonna start loading up the cars so we can leave soon.”

Grey knocked her shoulder into mine once Jagger sauntered away, and whispered, “I’m proud of you for standing your ground.”

A soft exhale burst from my chest. “I’ve never had a problem standing up to him, it’s everyone else I have a problem with.”

She sent me an amused look. “Charlie, you have a problem even talking to other ­people. But I’ve never seen you stand up to Jagger like this, I think maybe this time away has helped you come out of your shell just a tiny bit more.”

“Wishful thinking. I’ve been practicing that speech for about a month now.” I looked to my front door, and tried to keep the hopeful tone from my voice when I asked, “Speaking of loading up the cars, where’s Graham? Are you sure he and Deacon didn’t head back to Thatch already?”

Grey’s brother, Graham, and his best friends had all been at my graduation, but a ­couple of them had left directly after in order to get back to work on time. Graham and Deacon, however, had been with us at lunch, and I hadn’t seen them since we’d all left to come back to my apartment.

Or, at least, I’d thought we’d all come back here. But we’d been back for close to an hour now, and the guys still hadn’t shown.

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I wasn’t exactly torn up about it, even though having Graham’s truck would mean that we would be able to easily fit all of my stuff into the vehicles for one quick trip home.

Grey shook her head and pulled her phone out of her pocket to check the screen. “No, he said they’d meet us back here. Maybe I should call—­”

“No, that’s okay,” I said quickly, happy to prolong my time away from a certain cold, brown-­eyed boy.

Just then there was a quick rap on the door before it opened, and Graham and Deacon walked in.

My heart and my stomach betrayed me. Both took off in a dizzying swirl of fluttering wings and too-­fast beats that were nearly impossible to ignore until I caught on to what the two guys were talking loudly about . . .

Who had just had the hotter twin.

“That’s disgusting,” I whispered to myself.

It was also very common for those two.

My arms instinctively wrapped around my waist as I tried to find something or someone to disappear behind. Trying not to draw attention to myself, I stepped slowly back until I was standing behind Grey.

“Wow, moving on to the girls in Walla Walla, huh?” Grey asked. “Must be nice not to have to worry about already having pissed them off.”

Graham sent his sister an annoyed look, and Deacon placed both hands on his chest dramatically as he declared, “Grey LaRue, you know you’re the only girl for me.”

“Easton,” Grey and Jagger corrected, at the same time that Graham said, “Dude, she’s married and has a baby.” Each word was annunciated, as if he’d gotten tired of explaining this over and over again.

Deacon shrugged. “Technicalities. And if I call you Grey Easton, I’m admitting defeat to the guy claiming to be your husband,” he said in a teasing tone.

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