Chapter 118
Kennedy’s POV The kitchen was chaos, but the fun kind. Ribbons, streamers, balloons in soft pinks and creamy whites were everywhere. Morgan’s baby shower was in a few hours and we were all scrambling, arms full of decorations, bags of party favors, and last-minute food orders. Helen had already triple-checked her list, my dad was walking around with a clipboard like he was managing a high-profile event, and Max kept trying to sneak bites of the cake when he thought no one was watching. Dominic and I were tasked with the most important job—picking up the cake and centerpieces and bringing them to Morgan and Kyle’s house. We all piled into cars—Helen, my dad, and Max took the SUV. Dominic and I alone in his Camaro, that cocky grin playing on his lips as he slid into the driver’s seat li
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