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"Perfect."

"You sure?"

"Yep." She hooks her arm through mine. "Now tell me why your boyfriend's brother is carrying a crib into your boyfriend's house."

"He's not my boyfriend."

She stops walking.

I sigh. "Fine. That part is complicated."

"Should I call him your baby daddy?"

I laugh. "No. Not in front of anyone else."

She grins. "Okay. So are you moving in?"

My butterflies kick in. "No. Jagger's been asking to keep Charlie for the night, so I'm surprising him."

Her eyes widen.

"With the crib," I quickly clarify.

"Less exciting, but continue."

I laugh. "I kept saying no because it felt too fast. And part of me was worried he'd try to keep Charlie. But…"

"But?"

I glance toward his house. Somehow, it seems a little less like Jagger's house and more like home.

"It's not fair to not let him keep Charlie overnight. He's a wonderful daddy."

Carla's teasing disappears. "And will you be staying?"

I bite my lip.

Her lips curl.

"I might have stayed last night."

"Guess you two really did make up."

Mason steps out as we're about to go inside. "Crib's set up."

"Thank you," I tell him.

His gaze flicks toward Carla.

She ignores him.

He shoves his hands into his coat pockets, mutters, "Whatever," again, then walks toward the barn without another word.

We watch him until he disappears, then go inside.

I shut the door. "What happened after Jagger and I left?"

Her expression immediately hardens. "Troy and Mason got into it."