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“Of course you do,” I huffed.

“I can see you’re gonna need some time to process this.”

Just as he finished the words, I shot to my feet. “Actually, I don’t need time to process anything. I don’t care if you’re my father. I’ve made it twenty-seven years without knowing about you, and I wish you hadn’t told me at all.”

Hurt flitted over his features and a nauseating wave of realization crashed into me.

I had his eyes. Light brown. Bright. Like pools of whiskey under the summer sun.

Oh. My. God. I just taunted a woman—his wife—about sleeping with a man who could very well be myfather.

I was gonna throw up.

“Goldyn.”

Spinning on my heel, I tripped over my feet and stumbled to his closed office door. Once my hand stopped shaking long enough for me to get it open, I tossed my farewell over my shoulder. “Goodbye, Chance.”

I perkedup at the sound of birds singing.

My eyes popped open and the sleek dashboard came into view, all the controls and shiny chrome finishings on full display.

Ok, so this definitely wasn’t my van.

Daylight had arrived and so had a slight crick in my neck from sleeping sideways in this passenger seat.

I groaned, stretching, and panic set in when I didn’t see Romeo in the driver’s seat beside me.

Dew kissed the windshield, making it impossible to see out.

I scrambled to open the door and hopped out to find Romeo, stopping when I saw the figure leaning against the trunk of the car, smoke billowing in front of his face.

Romeo.

“Morning, G,” he spoke without turning to face me.

The scent of the herb he was smoking met my nose, and my feet carried me to him, not stopping until I was wrapped in his tight embrace.

“We slept in your car.”

“Yea, you fell out after you told me Chance could go fuck himself and that paternity test he wanted you to take.”

I grimaced at the reminder. Apparently, when emotions were high enough, I blacked out, no substances needed.

It wasn’t the only embarrassing thing I’d done last night.

Sneaking out was number one on that list. And if Romeo hadn’t caught me, I didn’t know where I’d be. Because I definitely wasn’t in the right frame of mind to drive last night.

I replayed the scene in the foyer over and over, burrowing my face deeper into his chest, which was still covered in Lorenzo’s hoodie.

Lorenzo’s cologne mixed with Romeo’s earthy scent, giving me a double dose of two out of three of my favorite smells.

“I’m sorry for trying to run last night. I wasn’t thinking.”

Romeo’s hand found the back of my neck, and he massaged out a kink without me having to tell him where it was.

“Once you told me what happened, I got it. It hurt knowing that you wanted to leave, but I understand why you did. That shit is a lot to process. Shit,” he drawled before taking another hit. “Running probably would’ve been my first instinct too.”

I rested my chin on his chest and looked up at him with a slow curve of my lips.