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“It’s just weird, you’re my best friend and now you’re going to be with my brothers. But I can get over it.”
“You’ve always told me you wished I was your sister, now I am, in a way.”
“And you’re giving me a niece or nephew, which I have to say, I am so stoked about,” she said, her smile growing even wider. “Maybe you’ll even have triplets like my mom did—”
I laughed. “Why does everyone go straight to that? I’m just hoping for one healthy baby. Maybe we can talk about more in the future, but for now, one is good. I have to figure my life out, you know?”
“They’ll take care of you.”
“But I don’t want that. I need to forge my own path.”
“I know you do. We’re alike in that regard, one reason we’re friends.”
Her response piqued my interest. “What are you thinking about?”
“Well… I’ve been researching opening my own tattoo studio.”
“You totally should. Not like you have to worry about money.”
She looked back at the house and cringed a little. “Sure, but I don’t want to fall back on my mom’s money. Talking to Jean-Luc in France and seeing how he worked his way up from nothing… it’s made me realize I’ve had it too easy. It’s about time I learned to take care of myself and not rely on others. I want to do this on my own, without any help from anyone.”
“Jean-Luc, huh? Do you still talk?” My cheeks hurt from smiling so much.
“Yeah, we do. I might even visit him next month.”
A voice came from behind us. “Jean-Luc?”
It was Jackson.
“What are you doing out here?” Kat asked.
“I was looking for you, I wanted to talk to you, too,” he said. “But did I hear what I think I did”? Your lover boy was Jean-Luc?”
Jackson sat down on the other side of his sister. His voice had taken a very serious and harsh tone all of a sudden.
Kat rolled her eyes. “Yeah, sorry I didn’t tell you that I was hooking up with your friend, but like, considering the circumstances, I think you owe me this one, Jackson.”
“I don’t care that you hooked up with my friend, but that bastard—”
“I’m a grown woman, Jackson.”
“And he’s a married man, Kat. Did he tell you that?”
The look on Kat’s face told us both that she had no idea.
“He’s married?” she asked.
“Yes, he is. Her name is Elodie, and she’s a pastry chef. They have a daughter, too.”
“Excuse me for a moment,” Kat said, slowly standing up from the pool. Both Jackson and I stood up with her, following her into the house.
“Kat, are you okay?” I asked her.
“No, but I will be once I give that asshole a piece of my mind. I’m not going to be a fucking homewrecker.”
“That fucking dick,” Jackson muttered to himself. “I’m going back to France and kicking his ass.”
Kat stopped and turned to look at him. “Are you defending my honor, Jackson?” She laughed, which surprised both of us.
