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"It’s no problem," I cut in, and we shared an aard chuckle "Sorry, didn’tsoftly "I was just going to say that I’ve tried convincing hi you hiree pause stood between us

"So, she’s really here to stay, then?" I asked, purposely not speaking Natasha’s naot the best of me

"It appears so" He looked down at the arm of the couch

"What does that ain?"

The nerves in one when he looked up at me ary eyes, and I could see he was torn over her return I leaned forward as best I could "She’s his mother, but you’re his daddy," I whispered "I know you’ll ht call for him"

"She says she misses him, and I knoants to see her I just don’t know if…if I can trust her I can’t let hiet hurt"

"Yeah, I noticed your trust issue with the whole James Bond setup"

His brows rose, lips curling up "James Bond? Is this some fantasy of yours I should know about?"

My head fell, cheeks flushed We needed to get back on topic--quickly

I looked back up, serious "All you can do is be there for Oliver if he wants to see her If you try and keep her away, he’ll bla through his hair

"Of course he does How could he not, with the way Julia and Jax carry on about it? Obviously, they are not happy with things They’re not exactly fans of Natasha Mythe right thing if I let her see hian’s ht"

The conversation seee the subject Instead, he spoke softly, for my ears only "Natasha threatened to tell him I kept them apart if I didn’t let her see hi me--not now, not later He needs to see her I just hope she’s grown up"

Oh, she looked pretty grown up, all right A flash of her double Ds spilling out of that emerald dress left my stomach in knots I may not have officially met her, but I already wasn’t a fan

"Didn’t she want you, as well, on New Year’s?"

Why did I ask that? I blaht It still wasn’t right to ask I wasn’t thinking We weren’t friends I was out of line, but I couldn’t help myself

"Sorry, don’t answer that It’s notether

His eyes locked with mine, his stare heavy and thick with that familiar tension I only ever experienced from him