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Just how much can she make me feel?
I get a text later that day from an unknown number.
Do the twins have any allergies I should know about?
Who is this?I text back.
Seriously? Honestly, you should have realized it’s me.
I sigh, although there’s a smile on my face.
“Why do you want to know?” I question curiously.
“I was going to prepare lunch for all of us tomorrow since I’m coming over. I haven’t really had the chance to cook for them since you have a chef. Is that okay?”
“It’s better than okay,” I say quietly. I’m a little touched by her offer.
She’s really good with the kids, and they’re extremely comfortable around her. Even more so than Lisabell. I think it has a little something to do with the way Juliette behaves. She reminds me of Kathy sometimes, and I think the twins might see their mother in her as well. Plus, she’s always talking to them, about everything. I’m never there, but the twins make sure to tell me all that happens. According to them, they like the way Juliette treats them like adults instead of little kids.
And now she’s trying to cook for us. I don’t think she realizes just how much that means for all of us. When their mother was alive, she always made sure to prepare a meal at least once a week. We all miss that.
“Great because I’m about amaze you all with my culinary skills.”
“Can’t wait.”
“Xander,” she prompts. “Allergies?”
“Oh, right. Mads is allergic to celery and coconut. Mason can’t eat peanut butter.”
“Celery, coconut, and peanut butter,” she lists. “How about you?”
“Peanut butter,” I inform her. “Same as Mase.”
“Alright. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“Goodbye, Juliette.”
The sharp trill of my ringtone goes off shortly after ending my call with Juliette. I check the caller ID but it’s not one I recognize. But the person’s calling my personal phone so it has to be someone I know.
“Hello,” I say, answering the call.
“I’m alive,” a familiar crisp, masculine voice states, and as soon as I hear it, I let out a breath of relief.
“Asher.”
“Hey, Xander. How’s it’s going?”
“How’s it going?” I repeat through gritted teeth. “You haven’t called me in weeks. I thought you were fucking dead.”
He chuckles. “Easy, I told you not to swear so much.”
“I’m going to murder you,” I threaten.
“Right after you thought I was dead? You’re so full of contradictions, old man.”
I roll my eyes. “Where the hell are you?”
“On a safari in Zimbabwe.”
