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That soft spot is Evelyn.

“Kind of feeling the same thing.”

“Evelyn is really great,” I whisper.

He cups my jaw, turns my face back to his. “Not about Evelyn, baby.”

My lungs hitch and his head drops closer, our lips⁠—

“Cool it, Joan!” Steve shouts.

“Fuck,” he growls before he pulls back.

I’m relieved…right? Because what he just said is scary as fuck and distance is good.

So why did I grab tight to the words and bury them deep into my heart?

“I will not cool it!” Joan shouts.

There’s no time for pondering.

I need to remember that.

Especially with guests pouring in and a Joan and Steve explosion imminent.

Game face time.

“You stay and watch the Laurents,” I order softly. “Noble’s got your brothers. I’ll run interference with your parents.”

He runs the backs of his knuckles over my cheek. “Got it.”

I nod, turn away.

“Princess?”

Heart skipping a beat, I turn back.

“In case it wasn’t clear, that soft spot is you.”

THIRTY-TWO

Ace

“Wouldn’t thought I’d ever say it.”

I tear my gaze away from where Noble is dancing with Violet, making her smile in a way I both hate and know I won’t ever forget.

Because I want to be the one to make her smile.

And I want to be the one holding her, our bodies close as we dance—or close enough to hear her laugh, to watch her tits bounce as she bops to the beat of the music.

Yeah, Noble’s noticed that too.

Fucker.

And he’s been looking often and for long enough that I’ve had to bite back the urge to commit murder.

Or fratricide.