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She gave me a confused look. “I thought your father passed away.”
Bash set my coffee down in front of me before returning to his table with his and Theo’s coffees.
“I’m talking about my biological father,” I clarified.
She was the picture of shock. “Oh, shit.”
I nodded. “Yeah. Turns out I’m not really a Kendry.”
“Order for Lemon,” the barista called.
Lemon didn’t move. She just continued to stare at me, stunned.
“Your order is ready, Lemon,” I said.
She finally blinked. “I should go get that.”
“I can get it for you,” Theo said as he stood and headed over to the pickup counter.
Lemon watched him walk over to the pickup counter, grab her drink, and walk back. She glanced away the moment he set her cup in front of her, as if she were too shy to face him up close. “Thank you,” she said softly.
My gaze flicked to Bash to see if he was as surprised as I was. He was staring at Lemon, his eyes roaming all over her. Theo returned to their table and that seemed to pull Bash’s attention toward his twin instead. Theo met his brother’s eyes for a moment before scooping up his coffee and scanning the rest of the café as he took a sip.
“I feel like coffee isn’t the appropriate drink for this conversation,” she said, drawing my attention back to her.
“I agree. After the last week and a half I’ve had, I could use a few drinks.” I sighed and glanced around us. No one was sitting close by other than the twins. “I guess if you’re comfortable listening, I should start from the beginning.”
I told her about my mother’s affair with Bram, how she’d gotten pregnant with me and lied to my father Noah about me being his. Then I jumped to after my father died. I only went over a few times Mother had hurt me in the past, just to give Lemon an idea of how bad it could get. I included how Mother had tried to sell me to the Carmichaels and hurt me when I hadn’t slept with Brandon right away. I explained how I’d found out I wasn’t truly Noah Kendry’s daughter and only had my birth father’s name to find him. Then I started talking about Roe and how he had always been different for me. I caught myself smiling when I talked about stealing the guys’ joint despite how awful that moment had been.
Lemon listened quietly the entire time I spoke. She looked sad in some parts, angry in others, and very surprised when I explained how I’d learned that Bram, the president of the Haven’s Rebels, was my biological father. Toward the end, where I was telling her about how Reid had rescued me from my house and brought me to Bram, she barely blinked.
There were things I left out. I didn’t talk about how my father had truly died, or go into spicy details with the guys, or tell her how Clay had showed up at Bram’s house.
“I’m so sorry you’ve had to endure all of that,” she said. “All these years, you were so good at hiding it. You always seemed…”
“Perfect?” I offered.
She nodded. Then, like a switch flipping, she went from calm to angry. “Your mom is a real bitch and deserves to be punched in the vag.” She pursed her lips as if to hold back from saying more. It didn’t work. “I’m sorry, but I seriously hope she chokes on a cock.”
Bash snorted but tried to cover it up by clearing his throat.
I smiled, thinking she would get along great with Mac. “I’m not thrilled with the thought, but I get your meaning and agree.”
“And Brandon.” She shook her head. “He acts like such a good guy at school, but I always got a bad vibe from him. I hope he gets a nasty infection and his dick falls off.”
I snorted and bit my lip to stop myself from laughing. It would hurt if I did.
Lemon grimaced. “Sorry.”
“Don’t be. Laughing is a good thing.” I finished off my coffee. “That was a lot of cock talk in under a minute.”
She laughed. “I guess I read too much smut.” She sighed as she calmed down. “Do you feel a little bit better after getting all that off your chest?”
I nodded. “Is there anything you want to unload?”
She leaned back in her chair as she pondered. “I think I’ll save my vent session for the next time we hang out, where there’s hopefully alcohol.” She leaned forward and set her arms on the table. “What do you say we head down the street to the bookstore? After seeing you smile when talking about Roe and his friends, I have a new romance trope I think you will thoroughly enjoy.” She grinned this little mischievous smile. “Then we can go across the street from the bookstore to the craft store. I know you like to draw and might need supplies, since you’re staying at your bio dad’s house. It’s not much, but maybe some retail therapy and being silly will help you take your mind off of things for a bit.”
That sounded like fun. “Okay.”