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“I’m not bothering them. This is my uncle.”
The woman looks up at me and I can tell the moment she recognizes who we are. Her eyes widen and excitement sparks. To her credit, she doesn’t remark on it.
She smiles down at the little girl. “This man is not your uncle.”
“But he looks just like Uncle Riley and Uncle Brody.” The girl looks up at me. “They’re twins and they’re my uncles.”
“Sorry, kiddo. I don’t know them.” Because I’ve been too chicken-shit to confront them.
A man saunters up to us. “I hope you’re not bothering these men, Skye.”
She huffs. “Of course not, Daddy.”
He ruffles her hair before looking my way. His eyes spark with recognition. And this recognition isn’t becauseCash & the Sinnersis an internationally recognized band. No, he knows. Fuck. My time’s up.
“Let’s go, Skye. I’m sure we’ll be seeing him again.” Yep. He recognizes me all right.
I watch them saunter down the sidewalk. The father glances back one more time before yanking his phone out of his pocket. He’s probably messaging all of his brothers. All five of them. Six if you count me.
“Ah,” Dylan says once they’re out of hearing range. “It all makes sense now. I thought you were being an asshole because of Indigo.”
My teeth clench. I don’t need anyone to remind me of how I fucked up with the woman I love. “Don’t say her name.”
“But it’s not about Indigo. You’re still hung up on her, but coming to this small town in Colorado to record our latest album isn’t about her. This is all about your dad.”
There’s no sense denying it. Dylan’s known me since we formed the band in middle school. He knows I found my biological dad and his family years ago.
“Yeah.”
Chapter 40
I don’t hate surprises anymore. ~ Message from Love to Damon
March
Love Hill
My feet drag as I return home with Skye after an all-day school activity. I don’t know whose idea it was to put a group of five to ten year olds together and run them around a field all day, but whoever it was should be burned at the stake. Too bad violence is shunned in Winter Falls.
Skye skips toward the front door. She hasn’t slowed down one bit. Probably because she’s been mainlining candy since eight a.m.
“I can’t wait to tell Daddy I won the potato sack race.”
I can’t wait to tell her father he owes me for today. Big time. Several orgasms-time.
I open the door. “We’re home.”
The house is dark and cold. Weird. Damon is a California boy and always has the heat cranked up. Even on a mild Spring day.
“Damon!”
When there’s no response, I start to worry. Did something happen to him? I whip my phone out of my pocket afraid I’ve missed a call, but there are no messages and no missed calls.
“Damon!”
I rush to his office and yank open the door. I enter and gasp. The entire room is empty. No furniture, no files. Hell, there’s no dust in here. What is going on?
I run down the hallway toward the living room. It’s the same story in here. No furniture. Nothing. Did Damon get abducted by aliens? And why did they steal his furniture? Do they need to furnish an alien planet? Do aliens use furniture?
