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“Second woman. Maybe you’ve met your match.” He smirks in my direction. “Or you’re losing your charm in your old age.”

Leah gets up and begins clearing away our dinner. The baby monitor goes off, and a squawk comes out loud and clear.

“Someone’s awake and hungry,” Leah says, shooting us both a glance.

“On it,” I say before Gabriel can do anything.

I take off up the stairs and head to my nephew’s bedroom.

The night light is on, and I make my way over to his crib.

“Hey, little buddy,” I say, looking down into eyes so like my own.

Callum’s face screws up, his arms and feet kicking at his covers.

“Okay, no need to get cross.”

I scoop him up and hold him to my chest, his little head nestling into my neck.

“There we go,” I say, his mouth latching onto my skin.

“You might want to stop him,” a voice comes from the door. Gabriel steps into the room, pulling back his t-shirt exposing what looks to be a large love bite. “Quite the suction on him,” he says.

I move Callum, only for him to let out another yell.

“Here you go. Leah sent me up with this.”

He hands me a bottle and I make my way over to the feeding chair, making myself comfortable. Eyes blink up at me as he latches onto the bottle.

“You are hungry, little buddy,” I say, watching his eyes close as he guzzles down the bottle.

Gabriel watches me with his son.

“You’re a natural.”

“Brotherly instincts. Also, I want as many cuddles as I can get.”

I missed his birth three months ago. He came early. One of my many trips to and from the US.

Gabriel pulls up a chair.

“So, this woman?”

I sigh. “April is pricklier than a porcupine and has more edges than…”

My brother leans forward, running his finger down his son’s cheek, his face a picture of contentment. “I get the message. She hasn’t rolled over. Has Elijah run a background check to ensure she’s legitimate?”

I nod. “I’m still waiting for his response, but from what I can tell, April’s genuine. The locals all seem to love her. You should have seen and heard them coming to her defence at the town hall meeting.”

Gabriel stares at me for a moment. I hate it when my brother starts to psychoanalyse me. As my identical twin, it’s like he’s in my head.

“There’s more. Spill.”

I laugh and bite my lip. “You’ve always been good at reading me. What gave it away?”

“I’m your twin. I know you, and there is definitely more to this than you’re letting on. You care too much.”

“New York. I met her in New York.”