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“I did in the beginning. But I don’t anymore. Even if I did, it’s only twelve hours on a flight.”
“Twelve hours!”
“Trust me, I know. With seven kids.” He shakes his head. “And we have to return home. Maybe we should leave them all here. Or I will go home separately.” I think he’s seriously considering that as an option.
“If you do that, I am coming with you.” Fraser chinks the shot glasses together when he places the tray on the table, making the tequila slosh about.
“We could leave and just send them a text.” Hunter is most definitely working out a plan for that to happen.
“Eden would kill you.” Fraser distributes the glasses of liquor.
“Ella would bust your balls so bad, and mine. Yeah, let's not do that.” These women have their men wrapped around their fingers.
“Do you miss Santa Monica, Fraser?” Making myself comfier, I slip my sandals off my pedicured feet.
“Nope. Not at all. I moved heaven and earth to be with Ella.” He clears his throat. “Although you probably know that already.” He looks ashamed.
I do. I remember the Fraser Farmer sports agent scandal. It was all over the news. I don’t remember the exact story, but what I do recall is he cleared his name and I think his old sports agent was imprisoned.
“Moved heaven and earth,” I mumble to myself and stare across at Lincoln.
I lean forward and take the shot of my tequila without thinking.
“She’s a keeper, Linc.” Ella takes hers next.
Lincoln smiles, but he’s not really paying attention.
I’d like to know what he’s talking to his father about.
* * *
Lincoln
“You’d like to find your mother, Linc?”
“I’ve been thinking about it,” I say, trying not to sound nervous in front of my dad.
“If that’s what you want to do, I won’t stop you.” My father frowns.
In the pit of my stomach lies a little boy who’s all curled up and is not prepared if his long-lost mother rejects him again.
“What if she doesn’t want to be found?” And what if she doesn’t like me?
His eyes soften. “You won’t know if you don’t try.”
I evade his sad stare and quietly say, “If she’d wanted to know me, I think she would have contacted me by now. Don’t you?”
“Linc, you know I can’t answer that without sounding biased.” He sighs. “Part of me wants to tell you maybe she’s changed and the other half of me wants to tell you to prepare yourself for heartbreak.”
I’ve thought about that myself.
“What if she’s dead?” I don’t want to think about that as an option.
A shadow of dismay crosses his face. “I never thought about that.”
We both go quiet.
My dad finally breaks our silence. “Do you want me to help find her?”
