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Callie slowly looks between us, then shakes her head. “Too much alike,” she mutters.

Smoke stands.

I walk into the kitchen. Smoke follows me.

I open the refrigerator. “Water?”

Smoke nods.

I grab a bottle, then glance at Callie. Her coffee is almost gone.

“You want water?”

“No.”

“You need water.”

“Then why did you ask?” She smiles sweetly.

I grab another bottle.

When I turn around, Smoke is watching me.

“What?”

“Nothing.”

I bring the water over and set it beside Callie. “Drink it.”

“Yes, Dad.”

Smoke makes a sound.

Fuck my life.

I sit in the chair beside the couch. Smoke takes the other one.

For a minute, it's quiet.

Callie drinks her water. Mostly because I'm staring at her.

Alibi falls asleep with his nose pressed against her thigh.

Smoke watches them.

Then me.

“What?” I ask.

Smoke leans back.

My eyes stay on him. “You came here for something.”

His jaw moves. Then he exhales. “Yeah.”

Callie lowers the water bottle.

Smoke rubs a hand over his beard. “I have a confession.”