Holden's Resurrection (Gemini Group #6) - Riley Edwards Page 0,116

hadn’t found that name associated with any other forum or social media.

Now after a month, I, too, was worried about Jonny. He looked horrible. Not his appearance. He was still as good-looking as ever, but it was in his eyes—devastation. Everyone saw it and all of the guys had been working extra hours trying to help Jonny. Holden had explained there was a deadline—there was a three-month pattern between assaults, and that day was drawing near. Another reason I believed Jonny was behind Sydney getting in trouble. Not that he could’ve done anything if she hadn’t been breaking the law first and been drunk and in possession of alcohol, but he was relentless in his demands that the teenager not be allowed out of her house.

“Pizza’s here, babe,” Holden said, coming into the dining room. “Do you know where my wallet is?”

I glanced around my new house and took in the boxes scattered around the room. I forgot all about Holden’s wallet when my eyes rolled up to the fantastic pine boards that made up the vaulted ceiling, then over to the stone fireplace that was a magnificent work of art and focal point of the big living room, then farther down to the knotted wood floors that had been refinished and glossed to a shine. The living room was so huge we needed more furniture to fill it up. Even my dining room table that leafed out to sit eight looked ridiculously small in the space it was now in.

McKenna’s soft laugh drew my attention to her still standing in the kitchen. It was a chef’s dream with granite countertops, double ovens, and a six-burner gas stovetop.

All of it open, so I could be in the kitchen and have an unobstructed view out the huge windows in the living room. The house was perfect. I loved it. But I really loved that Holden was happy. He’d been on top of the world as he moved our stuff into the house, never once complaining about the boxes of junk I’d accumulated over the years. True to his word, I’d never stepped foot back into my apartment. He and the guys had packed everything up and brought it to the house without me lifting a finger. All that was left to do was return the moving truck, bring his Airstream over—which I’d flatly refused to allow him to sell when he’d brought it up, and unpack.

Then we’d just be living.

“I already paid for it,” Evie said and Holden growled. “Oh, shut up, you wouldn’t let me buy you a housewarming present. You don’t get to bitch about me buying pizza.”

“New bedroom furniture isn’t a housewarming present,” Holden returned and I settled in for the same argument I’d heard three times already.

I’d politely declined her generous offer. Holden hadn’t declined politely, he’d told her she was nuts and she absolutely couldn’t buy us a ten-thousand-dollar gift. Yes, ten grand, I’d nearly fallen over when I saw the price tag. His comment had led into a thirty-minute dispute about Holden saving Evie’s life. Seeing as Chasin was present for this disagreement and he hated being reminded his friend had been shot and almost killed protecting his woman, he thankfully ended the tiff by pulling a still-shouting Evie out the door.

“It is to me,” she retorted.

“Well, it isn’t to me. Love you like a sister, Genevieve, but you are not now nor are you ever buying us furniture.”

“Fine,” she huffed, and tears sprang in her eyes.

Holden’s face fell and he took a step to her but she put up her hands to stop him.

“Evie, sweetheart, I didn’t—”

“I know you didn’t,” she hissed and angrily swiped at her face. “Stupid pregnancy hormones.”

Evie’s eyes widened in shock and she slammed her hand over her mouth like she could shove the words back in, but it was too late. The whole room was stunned into silence.

“Come again?” Chasin barked, and Evie jumped and her eyes sliced to her best friend, Bobby. The look could only be identified as “eek”.

Thank God, Bobby broke the tension and roared in hysterics.

“You suck at…” Bobby stammered, “keeping secrets. It hasn’t even been an hour and you’ve already blown it.”

“An hour?” Chasin growled. “Why does she know you’re having my baby before I know you’re having my baby?”

Holden stepped closer, put his arms around me, and tucked me to his side. When he had me where he wanted, he bent down and whispered, “It’s a shame Nixon and Alec went to Nix’s