KENDRICK’S POV "Did you just call me old?"The words exploded out of me before I could stop them. My fingers curled so tight into the edge of the table I was half-convinced I’d leave splinters in the wood. My pulse pounded in my temples, hot and blinding, and for a moment, all I could see was red. I wanted to cross the room, rip him off her lap, and remind everyone in this damn house exactly who she belonged to.But I didn’t move.I stayed rooted to my chair, locked in place by some last shred of self-control, even as every muscle in my body screamed at me to act.He didn’t even flinch. Just looked at me—wide-eyed, calm, and completely unbothered. Like I was the child in the room.“Uncle,” he said slowly, like I needed help understanding, “you’re being loud. I don't think Pretty lady doesn’t like loud.”Becca tried to hold it in. Really, she did. But that laugh—it slipped out, soft and sweet, like a knife straight to my ribs. She turned her head, biting her lip, pretending it was
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