“That’s called having personality.”
“Sure it is, baby.”
I kissed them both goodnight and turned off the lights, leaving their door cracked open. Then I made my way back downstairs, ready to collapse on the couch and put my feet up.
I was halfway down the stairs when I heard Knox and Noah talking in the kitchen. Their voices were low, urgent. Whispering about something they clearly didn’t want overheard.
My steps slowed. I shouldn’t eavesdrop. That was wrong. But my curiosity won out.
“...can’t tell her yet,” Knox was saying.
“She’s going to find out eventually,” Noah replied. “And she’s going to be pissed.”
“I know. But not yet. Not until we have more information.”
What the hell were they talking about?
I stepped into the kitchen and both of them immediately shut up. Knox turned to me with a smile that was just a little too bright. Noah suddenly became very interested in his phone.
“Hey,” Knox said. “Twins asleep?”
“Yeah.” I looked between them. “What were you guys talking about?”
“Nothing important,” Knox said smoothly. “Just pack business.”
“Pack business that I can’t know about?”
“Just boring logistics stuff. Noah was complaining about paperwork.”
Noah nodded a bit too enthusiastically. “So much paperwork. It’s terrible. Very boring.”
They were lying. Both of them. I could see it in the way they wouldn’t quite meet my eyes. In the way Knox’s shoulders were just a little too tense. In the way Noah was scrolling through his phone without actually looking at anything.
Was Knox keeping secrets from me?
The thought sat heavy in my stomach. But then again, could I even feel betrayed when I’d kept that threatening text message from him? I still hadn’t told him about it. Hadn’t mentioned the anonymous number or the threat about the baby.
I’d kept my own secrets. Maybe I didn’t have the right to be upset about his.
“Right,” I said slowly. “Paperwork. Very boring.”
Knox moved toward me, wrapping his arms around my waist. “Come sit down. You’ve been on your feet all day.”
He guided me to the couch while Noah disappeared into the kitchen. A minute later he returned with a plate of cupcakes.
“Picked these up from that bakery you love,” Noah said, setting them on the coffee table. “The ones with the raspberry filling.”
“You’re bribing me.”
“Is it working?”
“Maybe.”
I grabbed a cupcake while Knox settled beside me, pulling my feet into his lap. His hands started massaging my swollen ankles and I groaned in relief.
“You’re both fussing over me,” I said.
“You’re seven months pregnant with my nephew or niece,” Noah pointed out. “We’re supposed to fuss.”
