He was the cutest boy I’d ever seen. His untamed hair fell over his forehead and his bright eyes had that adorably sleepy slant to them. And he looked at me like he cared what I said, like whatever came out of my mouth was important and worthwhile. I loved that. And him. It was pretty obvious I was more than obsessed with him. He was life and happiness and everything I fought for. And my nephew. “Auntie Page, when is my mom coming back?” I leaned forward and ruffled Lennon’s already wild hair. “Soon,” I promised him. “She just needed… to talk to your dad.” King grunted behind me and Harrison made kissing sounds. Gross. I didn’t want to think about why Hendrix and Nelson had asked me to babysit for an hour. I didn’t need to know the details. Besides they deserved a little… alone time with their wives. Especially after the last six months of rough travel and constant risk. We had survived the Darien Gap- no small miracle. We had survived the road and settlements from Colombia to Mexico.
