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“Are you alright?”
No humour. Just that particular Maya sadness she only ever showed when no one else was looking.
“I am now. I just kept sinking deeper and deeper until I couldn’t make sense of anything anymore. I’ve never been so scared in my life.”
“Yeah.” She was quiet for a moment.“It took me a while to process your letter.”
A beat.
“By the way. Who the fuck writes letters in this day and age?”
“If you were banging an old man you wouldn’t be asking that right now,” I snickered.
And just like that everything went back to normal.
Well. As normal as my family could be.
Chapter 21
Asher
Three entire days and nights of her family here. I loved it for Sayla—but the sister? The sister was the fucking devil incarnate. She knew it too and relished every second of it. No wonder her fiancé hadn’t come. Callum was probably at home with his feet up, exhaling for the first time in years.
Even now.
Saying goodbye.
Whispering in Sayla’s ear, kissing her cheek, then pulling her in for another hug as if she hadn’t seen her in decades rather than approximately eleven minutes.
Not only had she spent every night in Sayla’s bed, she had managed to cock-block me in my own home. Three nights. In a row. In a house I owned outright.
“So lovely to meet you, Mr Kersey,” she said before executing a little curtsy with the precision of someone who had been annoying people her entire life.
Even as she turned I heard her snickering.
I almost followed her to give her a piece of my mind—but Sayla’s dad appeared and took my hand, shaking it with the kind of vigour that communicated everything words couldn’t. I reiterated my promise to both her parents. Even Elias was a decent lad with proper manners, which made the Maya situation all the more inexplicable.
I gasped. The thought was horrendous.
Could her genes infiltrate our child?
I already had one failure.
In a panic I glanced at Sayla—but she was waving her family off. Serene and satisfied.
No. Our children would be fine.
Sayla was an angel compared to Maya.
Poor Wilson—he’d borne the brunt of her.
I glanced back at the house. He stood in the reception window at a safe distance. Probably traumatised.
That said it all.
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Sayla yawned again.
