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Havoc released the breath he had been holding.

“He likes me,” Dylan whispered.

“He doesn’t like many people.”

“He likes me,” Trigger said.

Max turned his head away from him.

Rylie laughed.

Trigger looked wounded. “We had a moment upstairs.”

“You threw coffee on the walls,” I said.

“That was before the moment.”

Dylan sat on the floor. Max lowered himself beside him.

Havoc came closer to me.

“Thanks.”

“He’s good with kids.”

“I didn’t know.”

“You never asked.”

“I didn’t know you were coming.”

There was no accusation in his voice.

That made it worse.

“I didn’t know either.”

Havoc nodded as though that answer made sense.

For men like us, it probably did.

“Sit down,” Mabel ordered. “Your eggs are getting cold.”

“I can make my own plate.”

June gasped.

Agnes looked personally offended.

Trigger leaned toward me. “Apologize.”

“For what?”

“I don’t know. Just do it.”

“I’m sorry.”

The Magnolia Ladies relaxed.