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Not home. This wasn’t home.
He bit his tongue before he corrected himself. Don’t make it look like a big deal.
It wasn’t a big deal.
Juliet turned slumberous eyes his way. She reached over and unclipped the phone from the tripod. “Tomorrow. We’ll be home around dinner.” She laid her head on Randy’s chest, putting both of them in frame.
“Good. I’ll see you then.”
She frowned. “Tris?”
He forced a smile. “I had the longest damn day, and you just wrung me out. Besides, you need your rest. I intend on remedying this solo thing tomorrow.”
“If you’re sure.”
Tristan nodded. “Sleep well, babe.” He waggled his eyebrows at Rand. “Night, man.”
Randy didn’t say anything for a minute. His gaze intent, he nodded. “We’ll see you tomorrow.”
Tristan ended the call and flopped onto his back. “Fuck.”
He wasn’t sure fuck was a strong enough word for this situation, but it would have to do.
Chapter Twenty
It had been a weird week.
Period. End of story.
Juliet still couldn’t wrap her head around it. When she and Sparks had gotten back to Los Angeles, Tristan had been a frigging beast. She was pretty sure her sister was going to look at her funny when she got off the plane.
Possibly since she was walking bowlegged.
Maybe.
“C’mon, babe, we need to hustle. Traffic is going to be asstastic.”
Juliet pressed her full weight onto her suitcase. “I’m coming.”
“That’s what you said this morning.” Tristan grinned from his bedroom doorway.
“Har-har. Can you just help me?”
He rolled his eyes and crossed to the bed. “Why did you open this thing? You said you were all packed when you brought your suitcase over last night.”
Heaven forbid she actually stash clothes there. What did it matter that she and Sparks had stayed in Tristan’s room every night since she’d returned? This thing they had was obviously still too temporary to warrant jeans and a hoodie tucked in a drawer. Forget multiple outfits.
Whoa. Where had that come from?
She splayed herself across her Louis. “Help me zip this thing.” She’d gotten toothpaste on her damn shirt this morning. And it was all his fault. Well, him and Sparks. They’d tagteamed her before she’d been able to tell them no. Okay, so she could have said no anytime.
Didn’t mean she was going to.
Especially if she had to spend a few days with her parents. She needed all the shoring up of defenses possible. She truly hadn’t believed these two men would be the ones to do it, but she felt alternately desired and, at odd times, cherished. Five minutes later she was usually out of breath, but she savored the little moments when she got them.
The fact that she was looking forward to the little ones more and more scared the hell out of her.
Tris gently eased her away and pressed his huge hand into the middle of the cover and pressed down. He grunted, but managed to get the zipper secured around her bag. He hauled it off the bed and gave her a look. “Three days—hell, not even full days.”
