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“What?” Lyra gasped. “Mommy! Did you hear that?”
“I did, sweet girl. We’ll have to watch it with her sometime.” Remy looked adoringly towards her daughter.
“Yes. We can have a girls’ night!” Lyra said excitedly.
“I’ll bring the juice boxes,” Remy said.
“I’ll bring the wine,” Mia added.
“And I’ll bring the chocolate.” Jasmine winked.
“Then I’ll have to bring the ice cream.” Belle tapped Lyra’s nose.
The little girl’s eyes grew wide. “It will be the bestest girls’ night ever!”
Belle looked around the room, a warm glow settling within her chest.
Mikel nudged Andre. “Guess us guys will have to take Phoenix and have a guys’ night, then.”
“I’ll bring the beer and poker chips.” Bently’s laugh rumbled against her side, sending a shiver through her. This was her life now. She had family and true happiness. Acceptance and love. Finally she had everything she’d been too afraid to hope for. Nothing could take this away from her.
Chapter 41
Bently
January brought a fresh blizzard to the coast, and several feet of snow. Vargas was leading the investigation on who had been after him. But all the leads had dried up, as had the incidents. Bently had thanked his lucky stars that he’d had peace from his likely stalker.
He’d spent the last few weeks helping Belle move her things over to his place a little bit at a time. Now that most of the snow had cleared from the storm, he would be able to make a trip with his truck to get the big items.
Knock. Knock.
Bently looked up from the stack of paperwork on his desk. “Come on in.”
Andre walked through the door, his brows knit together.
“Hey, man. What’s up?”
Andre sat in the chair across from him. “You busy?”
“I’m always busy.” He chuckled and closed the folder in front of him. “You available Saturday to help me move some of Belle and TJ’s stuff to my house? She can’t get out of her lease until February, but we’re gonna start bringing things over.”
Andre shifted in his seat. “Don’t you think it’s kinda soon to be moving in with them?”
Bently furrowed his brow, bewildered. “You asked Mia to marry you only how many short months after meeting her?”
“I know.” Andre sighed. “But that was different.”
“How?” Bently asked, hackles rising.
“How well do you really know them, Bent?”
“Why don’t you just say what you gotta say,” Bently snapped.
“The kid who mugged me and Mia in the alleyway . . .” Andre started.
What the hell?
“What about it? I haven’t got any more leads.”
