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“Jensen’s friend, Nash,” Emmett says.
“And I’m not a baby,” Wren says, sounding annoyed.
“Oh, you all live together. That must be fun.” I put the ponytail holder around the end of her braid.
“If you think having three bossy boys telling me what to do is fun.” She twists around and furrows her forehead.
I point at the mirror on the wall by reception. “Go check it out.”
She runs over, and I stand up straight, feeling a little lightheaded when I do. I close my eyes for a moment to gain my bearings. A large body comes alongside me, his arm around my waist, allowing me to use him as support.
“She needs to eat. I told you. Jensen is going to make you a plate.” Darla disappears into the kitchen.
Wren comes over and wraps her arms around my legs. “My friends are gonna love it. Last time, they all went home and asked their moms to do their hair like mine.” She beams, and it makes me smile.
I don’t know anything about Wren’s mom, but she’s clearly not in the picture if she lives at the guys’ house.
“That makes me happy,” I say, looking at Bennett and handing him the hairbrush.
“Let’s go, Wren, I have a meeting,” her dad says.
“What is it that you do?” I haven’t asked a lot of questions since being here, I realize.
“He plants flowers and trees,” Emmett says.
Bennett laughs. “Do I say you ride a horse and tractor? I’m a landscape architect.”
Emmett shrugs. “I’m not into fancy titles. Wouldn’t bother me.”
Darla comes out with a wrapped-up sandwich in hand. “Breakfast sandwich. You’ll love it.” She thrusts it my way. “Emmett.” Her eyes go from him to my sandwich and back to him.
“I’m on it,” he says and gives her a salute.
“Wren, let’s go,” Bennett says, walking toward the door.
“Can I come over to your house sometime?” Wren asks me.
“It’s Emmett’s house.”
She turns to him.
“Of course,” he says.
“Yay!” She skips through the lobby toward the door. “Come on, Dad!”
Bennett shakes his head. “Have a great day, everyone.” Then they leave.
“I need to go set up. Thank you, Darla. See you at home, Emmett,” I say, walking backward down the hall.
“Home, huh?” Darla’s eyelids flutter. “Emmett, make sure she eats that sandwich.”
“I guess that means I’m your escort.” Emmett comes up alongside me.
“Are you going to force-feed me?”
We walk shoulder to shoulder toward the studio, the sandwich hot in my hand.
“I’ll make you a deal,” he says. “You eat half, and I eat half.”
