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The shorts are gone now, but she’s still wearing my hoodie with my name across the back, and I fucking love it.
“I’m sorry. I woke up this morning, and you weren’t there. I thought you left after last night. I felt like an asshole, and I feel like shit, and I lashed out at you. Make sure you understand what I’m saying here, Everly. Because I’m not sorry for what I said last night. I’m sorry I said itthen. I know you’re not ready to hear it, and I should have waited. Iamsorry for the way I spoke to you this morning though. That was wrong. Now please fucking tell me I’m forgiven, so I can lie down and close my eyes without wondering if I’m going to lose you while I sleep.”
“Can I join you?”
“Yeah, baby. Let’s go lie down.”
Cross Wilder was spotted again yesterday being chauffeured around town by our favorite blonde bombshell. It seems not even a concussion can dampen our newest #KroydonKouple romance. Do we think that twinkle in his eye could be love? One can only hope. Stay tuned for more, peeps!
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EVERLY
“They’re so full of shit.” I look up from my phone, where I’ve just read the most recent post by the Kroydon Kronicles, to where Lindy and Griffin sit across from me in Sweet Temptations. “They couldn’t even see his damn eyes. He was wearing sunglasses because his eyes are still sensitive.”
I stuff a giant piece of chocolate chip muffin in my mouth and ignore the looks Lindy is shooting my way. I know I look insane.
“Evie, if you get any more upset, you’re going to go into a sugar coma,” she warns me very cautiously, like she’s approaching a wild animal, who’s equally as likely to break down and cry as she is to attack the people sitting across from her.
That’s me. I’m the wild animal.
“He’s driving me crazy. He’s the worst patient I’ve ever seen. And that’s saying something because my dad was pretty bad a few years ago when he messed up his knee. Cross is worse.”
Gracie sits down and passes out our coffees. “Really? Dadwaspretty bad. I’m not sure I believe anyone could be worse than that.”
“He doesn’t want me to do anything for him. And he told me if I didn’t go to work today, he was going to drive me here himself,” I groan.
“So what did you do?” Lindy asks as she takes the lid off her coffee and inhales deeply. “When you guys have kids, don’t breastfeed. I limit myself to one coffee a day, and I swear I’d savor it for two hours if I had the patience, just to make it last longer.”
“Ok-ay,” Gracie laughs. “But seriously, Evie. Whatdidyou do? You don’t even work today.”
“I hid his keys, made Mrs. Ashburn promise she wouldn’t tell him where they were, and called you guys for coffee. There’s some stuff I can work on for the fashion show this weekend anyway. I’m going to stop into Le Désir after this. You’re both still good for your fittings, right? Brynn and Kenzie have already had theirs.”
“Remind me how I let you talk me into this?” Lindy smells her coffee again before finally taking the first heavenly sip and exhaling like she just tasted her salvation.
“You’re an Olympic gold medalist with a world class body. And you’re wearing boy-cut panties made of black lace with Swarovski crystals and your husband’s hockey jersey. You’re going to look stunning. That’s how.”
“I blame pregnancy brain. My stomach still isn’t back to prebaby. I can’t even see my abs,” she whines.
“Your jersey will cover your stomach. You’re going to look incredible,” I tell her with complete confidence.
“Fine. What’sshewearing?” Lindy groans and watches Gracie sip her decaf tea. “Seriously, Grace. What’s the point of decaf?”
“I don’t want to be jittery.” Grace shrugs, like it’s normal to not like coffee.
Sometimes, I wonder how we can be twins.
“She’s wearing pink lace bikinis, with duchess satin ribbon ties at her hips, along with a white men’s tank top with the Kings logo in pink crystals and Dad’s name and number on the back.” I sit up a little straighter because the design is so incredibly perfect and it’s also perfectly Grace.
“Still thinking Dad’s not going to be thrilled about that,” Grace adds before she rips the tiniest chocolate chip out of my muffing and pops it into her mouth.
“Wait till he sees you’re not wearing a bra,” I tell her, then back away when she tries to hit me.
“Have you decided what you’re wearing, Evie?” Gracie knows I haven’t, but I guess that’s what I get for refusing to let her wear a bra.
“Not yet.” I look away, knowing I need to decide soon.
“Clock’s ticking, Sinclair.” Lindy sips her coffee and smiles like the Mad Hatter. “And it would be nice to know my husband isn’t the only one who’s going to be spanking an ass that night.”
