“Come on, girls, let’s get Gia loaded up in the truck.”
“Are you going to stay with us?”
“Just for tonight,” Holt says before I can answer. “She’s going to live with Gwen for a little while.”
“Aw, man,” Leah groans.
“I promise to have lots of sleepovers at your house. Okay?” I say it to Leah, but Holt catches my gaze. The heated look in his eyes sends my body into overdrive, and I’m suddenly dying to get to his house.
The four of us walk out to Holt’s truck, the girls talking a mile a minute as they catch me up on all the things they’ve been up to since I left.
Holt holds my hand while we each push a suitcase. It’s domestic and strangely comfortable. It feels right, as if we were always meant to be here.
I’m not big into fate. I believe that we’re all responsible for our choices, but every now and then, the universe puts people in your path who will change your life.
I have a feeling Holt and his girls are about to turn my world completely upside down.
I am so ready for it.
Chapter Twenty-One
The Three Best Friends That Anyone Could Have
Holt
So what the hell is up with you and Farrah?
Grayson
Who’s Farrah?
Holt
Oops. That was supposed to be in a message just to Knox. But the question still stands. She’s Leah and Finn’s teacher.
Emmett
What happened?
Holt
I walked in to pick up Leah and Lauren tonight and found the two of them in a standoff of who could be angrier. I’m pretty sure Farrah was winning. A lesser man would’ve wilted at the death glare she was giving Knox.
Grayson
Ooh. Tension. What did you do to piss her off, Knox?
Knox
Why the fuck do you immediately assume I did something?
Emmett
Because you’re never nice to anyone but Finn. And us on the rare occasion.
Knox
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