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“Perfect.” She takes the book. “You saved me about half an hour trying to work out what to read.”
I laugh. “Anytime.”
She tucks the book into her Louis Vuitton purse. “Do you want to get out of here and come for a coffee with me round the corner from Ronan’s preschool?”
I smile. “I’d love to get out of this house.”
“Perfect. You can meet Ronan after when I pick him up.”
My mood picks up as I love kids. Also, getting out for a while will be a godsend. “Can’t wait.”
I stand, and she hooks her arm with mine. “My car is parked out front.”
We walk in comfortable silence to the front door, but it opens before we make it.
My heart flutters when I see Remy standing there, his eyes finding mine instantly.
“Where are you going?”
I haven’t seen him since our awkward car ride from the restaurant.
“Ella is joining me for a coffee before we pick up Ronan. She is his step-aunt.”
It’s wild how my mom’s decision to marry this man brought so much family. I’m a stepsister to five siblings and a step-aunt to three toddlers.
“I haven’t seen Ronan in a while. Will you be bringing him back here?” Remy asks.
Mia’s brow furrows. “I’ll be dropping off Ella. I guess I can pop in with him.”
Remy nods, eyes still fixed on me. “I’d like to see him.”
I break our prolonged eye contact and squeeze Mia’s arm. “Let’s go.”
She nods, and we head out and get into her car. An awkwardness swirls between us after the encounter with her dad.
“Do you get on with your father?”
Mia frowns. “We have a strained relationship after I went behind his back and chose to be with Killian. Although it’s not half as strained as Camilla’s relationship with him.”
She turns out of the driveway toward the city center. “How about you? Where is your dad?”
I clench my jaw. “He’s dead. Murdered when I was eleven years old.”
Mia’s mouth drops open. “I’m so sorry, Ella. I had no idea.”
We fall into an uncomfortable silence as my mind races back to that day when my world changed forever.
“My mom was murdered when I was six, so I don’t have many memories of her.”
I swallow hard. “That’s terrible. Did your dad find out who did it?”
Her jaw tightens. “Yes. He made them pay.”
I shudder at the tone of her voice as I sense she has darkness in her, just like the rest of the family. It’s impossible not to be touched by it when she’s been around it all her life. It makes me wonder what Remy is capable of.
She pulls up in front of a cute bohemian cafe and parks the car. “Here we are. They do the best caramel macchiato.”
I smile. “I love a good caramel macchiato.”
