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take back what I said this morning about me going grey before I'm 30 if our kid is a girl. I'm gonna be grey before I'm 25 'cuz both you ladies are gonna make me lose my mind."
    "Oh," she laughed. "I see how it is. So you're finally admitting I'm right?"
    "I ain't admittin' shit, Iz," I grinned back at her. "Man, now all I can see is you running bare-ass naked through Duke. I know exactly why campus security couldn't catch you—they were too busy drooling over the view."
    She just laughed and gripped the front of my cut to pull me in between her legs. "Shut it. But all joking aside, I'm pretty sure that's the wildest thing I've ever done. I mean, besides that little show we put on at the patch-over party, but that's it. They're not gonna find anything in my past that could put us at risk."
    "That's what I thought," I smirked as I leaned down until her back planted into the mattress and her legs wrapped around my waist. "Everything's gonna be okay. You don't have anything to worry about. They'll probably bring you in again at least a couple more times just to put some pressure on us, but that's it."
    "Okay," she nodded tightly.
    I wished I hadn't had to bring all that shit up again, especially now that we'd moved past it, but she needed to understand I was always going to do whatever she needed me to do, whatever kept her safe, and whatever kept her happy.
    "Can you do something for me, Caleb?"
    "Whatever you want."
    "Can we finally sit down with my dad and tell him?"
    I blew out a hard breath and scrubbed a hand over my face. Shit. The thought of being anywhere near that asshole, let alone have that asshole anywhere near Isabelle...rehab and some counseling sessions with his daughter did not mean he was suddenly a reformed man.
    "I know you don't want anything to do with him," Isabelle told me quietly and I just huffed out a laugh. "But he's still my dad and whether you like it or not, he's gonna be our baby's grandpa, too. He's been trying and I don't think it's right for him to find out from anyone but us."
    When I just exhaled again and tugged a hand through my hair, Isabelle pulled me a little closer.
    "I'm not saying it has to be tomorrow or even this week, but I think we should talk to him soon before you know..." she gestured to her flat stomach, "she decides to make her presence a little more obvious."
    My lips twitched a little and I just lifted my eyes to the ceiling, fighting that grin for as long as I could. I'd never be able to deny her, but that didn't mean I was happy about this particular development either.
    "Ah, alright. I guess we have to tell him eventually," I allowed, even though I was pretty sure I was going to hate this upcoming sit-down more than that time Isabelle forced me to sit through two whole episodes of Project Runway. Sure, I'd gotten laid after it, but still...
    "On that note," I leaned down to kiss her quick before murmuring against her lips, "I gotta stay here 'cuz of club bullshit, so Z's gonna take you home."
    Her blue eyes went wide. "They don't even trust—"
    "It's just protocol, Iz," I told her gently, not wanting to upset her any more than she already had been today. "It's nothin' personal and it's nothin' against either of us. It's just the way we do things when this kinda thing comes up."
    "Okay. You're gonna come home later, right?"
    "Of course. Don't wait up for me though. I don't know how long all this club shit is gonna take."
    Tomorrow, when everything was in the clear and when Marcus choked on his words about Isabelle's trustworthiness and loyalty, I'd be able to tell her what was really going on. Until then, I just had to sit on my hands and wait.
    It was going to be a long night.

CHAPTER SIX
Haunted

    Isabelle
    I sighed heavily as I tossed my keys on the kitchen table and ducked down a little to peer through the blinds.
    Yep, ZZ was still there.
    He wasn't doing a very good job of hiding that he'd only moved down the street about four house-lengths. The truck was just