Page 176 of Knot Their Starlet

“Well, then I guess it’s your turn to play guard dog then.”

“We’ll all play guard dog,” Beck says, playfully baring his teeth.

“Ideally, none of us have to be guard dogs,” Leo chimes in from behind me.

“Yeah, what Leo said,” I say, flashing Leo a grin.

After we drop off Aspen and the driver, Cameron stands at the front of the van, calling our attention.

“Everyone here headed to the detour, Andi?” he asks.

“Yeah,” I nod. “Unless anyone has any objection?”

At the silence from the rest of the van, Cameron nods. “Could you send over that address?”

I text it into the group chat, drumming my fingers nervously against my lap as we start driving.

Something strange happens when we hit the roads of Beverly Hills.

I lean past Leo, my eyes glued to the window outside.

Do these roads seem... familiar?

That nagging feeling gnaws at me the entire drive up. We pull up outside the address on the paperwork, and my pulse starts to pick up.

I remember this place.

There are rose bushes. And a purple maple tree that’s significantly larger than what I remember.

“You alright, Andi?” Everett asks softly.

I jolt, my gaze jerking towards his.

Everyone is staring at me.

“Sorry, yeah, I’m fine,” I say, hefting myself up to my feet. “Let’s do this.”

Another wave of déjà vu washes over me the moment I step out of the van and take a deep breath.

The smell of the street is strangely familiar to me.

I’ve never had that reaction to a smell before.

“Do you remember this place?” Leo murmurs softly, his presence a steady comfort at my side.

“Sort of. There’re certain things,” I say, my gaze roaming over the house.

“How do we even know if he’s home?” Beck asks.

That’s a good question. There aren’t any cars in the driveway, but he has a four-car garage, so there’s probably more than enough room there for him to keep his cars inside.

“I mean, we’re here,” I say, taking a step forward. “Might as well knock.”

“Do you want us all to come?” Cameron asks, his brows drawing down.

“Yeah. If he has an issue with it, he can suck it up,” I say. It’ll probably be a little strange to see his long-lost daughter and five men he doesn’t recognize, but I’m not doing this alone.

Why would I do this alone when I’ve felt so alone my entire life? I’m going to do everything I can—with these guys.