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Ashlyn shrugs. “I wasn’t letting another day pass by without coming to check on Harmony and baby Robin.”
Moon rolls her eyes. “Translation – learn all the gossip before the gossip gals.”
“Hush you.” Ashlyn’s eyes dart around the room as if she expects someone to pop up from behind the sofa any second now.
“You do know you can’t conjure the gossip gals up by saying their name,” I say.
The gossip gals are five elderly women in town. They’re incredibly spry for their age and somehow manage to show up at the right place at the right time to find out the gossip before anyone else.
They also fancy themselves matchmakers. They currently have their sights set on matching me and Elder. They’re mistaken if they think they can match me. Not happening. Not in this lifetime. I don’t deserve to be matched.
“They’re not Voldemort,” Moon adds.
Ashlyn shivers. “Are you certain Sage isn’t paranormal?”
“You’re jealous,” Moon says.
Ashlyn nods. “Damn straight, I am.” She turns to me. “Spill.”
I glance down at my shirt but it’s surprisingly clean. “I didn’t spill.”
“Don’t be cute with me. We know you had an appointment with the lawyer yesterday.”
“There isn’t much to tell. My cousin Amy died of a stroke.” I swallow. Those words do not get easier to say no matter how many times I say them. “And now I have custody of Robin. End of story.”
Ashlyn narrows her eyes on me. “You’re not telling us everything but I’ll let it go for now.”
“How gracious of you.”
She ignores me. “Because, if there’s one thing I’ve learned from watching Moon and Eden fall in love with their Bragg brothers, it’s how we have to wait until you’re ready for you to spill your dirty laundry.”
“I don’t have dirty laundry.”
I don’t have any secrets in my past that I’m ashamed of. I have a past I don’t want to discuss. There’s a difference.
“Sure you don’t.”
Robin lets out a wail. I start to stand, but Soleil jumps to her feet. “Finally. I get to hold the baby.”
“Who knew Soleil was baby crazy?” I ask.
The discussion switches to how baby crazy Soleil is because the woman is apparently completely obsessed with babies and I let out a breath of relief.
Ashlyn may think my life is some secret needing to be revealed, but it’s not. I don’t plan to ever tell anyone about my past. It’s mine. Not theirs.
Chapter 8
What do you call a brotherly invasion? A bro-fensive. ~ Text from Brody to Elder
Elder
“What are you doing here?” I ask Riley and Miller when I open my front door to find them standing on the porch.
Miller grunts and pushes his way inside.
“I thought he was talking since he found love.”
Don’t get me wrong. I’m happy for my brother. Eden is perfect for him. But it’s my duty to tease him at every opportunity. And I take my duties seriously.
