Rampage (A Night Fire Novel Book 4)

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pulled back with bright green eyes.
    “This is Harmony.”
    “Hi.”
    “Everything okay?”
    Her eyes darted to me, flinching for a second. It made me wonder why. What was I missing here?
    “It's fine. Thanks for the invite dickhead.”
    Kaylee continued down the stairs, muttering something about killing parakeets.
    “She doesn't kill birds.” Evan said as he frowned at where she had once been. “Kaylee helps Eden out and well, you've met Eden so you can probably understand. Pregnancy hormones.”
    He shrugged with a smile and a light laugh as we continued to walk up the stairs.
    “We've all offered to pay for a vasectomy but Fraser said that no one is touching his monster.”
    “Maybe he wants lots of kids.”
    “Probably, only problem is they're still living in the family home and it's only got three bedrooms. He'd have to move and I don't think he's going to do that any time soon.”
    I nodded as we turned for the final time, ahead of us was a child gate and a lot of children. Twin boys stood at the gate, their little hands wrapped around the poles as they watched us. Evan had been holding my hand, I was curious about something so I pulled it back.
    “What do you think about having kids?”
    He shrugged.
    “Whenever you want. It's you that has to think about your career. Me, I'm just their for the fun at the start and the dirty diapers at the end.”
    “Really?” I asked, rather shocked.
    “Sure. I'll go bare whenever you want. How is it going to go with your movies? You're talking about this new role which sounds like it's a lot of stunt work.”
    “I'd have to have a double. Never had one before.”
    He smiled at me as we walked up the stairs, lifting one of the children and putting him into my arms.
    “Levi this is Harmony.”
    “How can you tell them apart?”
    The child frowned at me, I looked down at the one who was in Evan's arms. He smiled at me with a grin that consisted of his two canine teeth.
    “That's how. Smile Levi.”
    He grinned at Evan and showed off his two front teeth.
    “This is Jett. They belong to Curtis and Frankie along with the other three over there.”
    I scanned the room to the young woman sitting on the lounge against the far wall, two young children were sitting at the table in front of her, the other was in a baby carrier. Good lord, the poor thing had five of them.
    Seph was sitting beside her talking all things vegetarian and the woman beside her was nodding quietly. I'd been in that same situation, I'd listened to Seph talk about it and I'd even told her not to bore people with her recipe ideas. Clearly she hadn't listened to me.
    A middle aged man crossed the floor, stopping when Sahara ran across his path. He huffed and took a deep breath.
    “Eden.”
    She walked out and stopped at the view that was a chaos of children.
    “Yes, I know. Not a crèche. Frankie, do you mind?”
    “Not at all.”
    The woman was out of her seat fast, eager to get away. Levi and Jett were out of our arms and eagerly cleaning up the crayons and papers.
    “Liam.” Evan said as one of Frankie's kids lined up at the gate, another soon following. “Mia and Quinn who is in the carrier.”
    His attention turned a little girl with chubby cheeks that were tinted the softest pink, thick black hair surrounded her olive skin.
    “And Isla. Where's daddy?”
    She silently pointed to the room with the glass wall, behind it was a long table with chairs. A blonde woman came out of Eden's office, rounding up the children.
    “Abbey.” Evan crooned “This is Harmony.”
    “Hi.” she smiled as she picked up Isla.
    “She is the lovely mother of Isla and very understanding wife of Austin.”
    Oh yes, the front man. I watched him cross the room with so much grace and poise it was ridiculous. Isla held out her hands as he approached.
    “Sorry baby girl. Daddy's got work to do.”
    She giggled and grinned as he kissed her cheeks. Isla looked like her father, the same black hair, the same soft olive

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