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We’re led to the kitchen, where a ridiculously good-looking guy with shaggy blonde hair is currently stuffing his face with a cookie.
“Luke,” Nate supplies. “Keyboard player. Eternally hungry.”
Luke wraps his arms around a pretty curvy blonde, introducing her. “This is Lila Jeffers, my fiancée.”
“You’re the chef?” I ask with a smile.
“Yes,” Lila responds. “You’ll get to eat some of my cooking—if Luke doesn’t get to it first.”
Before I can respond, another guy enters the room.
Sam Ryder, according to the pictures I’ve seen.
He’s grinning, holding a little red-headed toddler in his arms, rocking her like he’s been doing it his whole life.
“You’ll have to forgive Cassidy,” he says. “She has no filter.”
“I resent that!” Cassidy calls.
Sam laughs, shifting the small girl in his arms. “This little one is Presley,” he adds, pressing a kiss to the baby’s head before offering me a one-armed hug. “Welcome to the family, Lacey.”
Something warm spreads through my chest.
I return his hug, laughing when Presley grabs a fistful of my hair and refuses to let go.
“Looks like she likes you,” a woman’s voice says. It’s Emily Ryder. I recognize her from the live stream during the PR meeting. Up close, she’s even more beautiful, with dark hair and bright blue eyes. I nod in greeting.
“Smart girl,” Nate says with a smile.
And then—
“Alright, let’s get this over with. Where’s my future ex-wife?”
Vince Savage enters the room.
He’s exactly as Nate described—grumpy, rough around the edges, but undeniably attractive in that bad-boy-who-knows-he’s-hot kind of way. He smirks, raking his gaze over me.
“Vince,” Nate warns.
“What?” Vince raises a brow, turning to look at Nate. “I’m just admiring my friend’s girl. She’s a damn sight better to look at than you.”
Nate just stares at him.
I clear my throat. “Future ex-wife, huh?”
Vince grins. “Yeah. I plan on being your biggest regret.”
I smile sweetly. “You assume you’d make the cut.”
Cass bursts out laughing.
Luke drops his cookie.
Cassidy gasps like I just changed her entire worldview.
And Nate—Nate just smirks, shaking his head like he knew this was coming.
Vince stares at me for a second before breaking into a slow, approving grin. “I like her.”