Declare (Declan Reede: The Untold Story #4) Read Free Page B

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    He nodded and I waved as I walked away.
    “Oh, and Dec?” Flynn called from behind me. “Keep your nose clean so that you’re back on the track soon, yeah? I miss seeing your fine arse on TV.”
    I choked on my spit as he burst out laughing. With a shake of my head, a smile on my lips, and heat in my cheeks, I waved him goodbye.
    As I walked back to the car, Alyssa gave me a questioning look. “What was that about?” she asked as I pulled my car door open.
    “You,” I said before laughing at the expression on her face.
    “Are you good?” she asked.
    “Baby, I’m better than good. All of my dreams are coming true.”
    The trip home ended up being slower than any I’d ever taken before. Between the toddler in the backseat, and the trailer behind us, the stops were more frequent, the car slower, and the trip more tiring. In the end, just like I’d warned Phoebe we might have to, we stayed at Coffs Harbour for the night so we didn’t have to drive through the night with a cranky arse in the car—and that was just me.
    In the morning, we stopped briefly at the Big Banana and did the obligatory family photo before driving the rest of the way to Sydney—to the rest of our lives.
    We were a little over an hour out of Sydney when Eden, the team strategist for Sinclair Racing and one of my few friends, called. She let us know that everything was arranged for our arrival—they’d flown back on the first. Even though I’d given the key to my house to Morgan, he obviously didn’t want to risk calling when I might have him on speaker.
    “Thank you for all of your help, Eden,” I said after she had given us the information about where she’d left the key.
    Alyssa offered her thanks too.
    “Anytime,” Eden said. “That goes for Morgan too . . . when you forgive him.”
    Alyssa groaned and I stifled a chuckle. Morgan and Alyssa’s first meeting hadn’t been anywhere near as smooth as her introduction to Eden, and his assistance with my little New Year’s plot hadn’t helped his case.
    “I know you love him, Eden,” Alyssa said. “But I still can’t face him yet.”
    I wasn’t sure if she didn’t want to see him yet because of the email, or because she was embarrassed by how she had reacted.
    “I know,” Eden said. “I’m sure you will one day.”
    “Maybe,” Alyssa replied.
    “And you, mister,” Eden added, “don’t forget tomorrow’s the big day.”
    I groaned. How could I possibly forget that I was returning to Sinclair Racing the next day? It was the day I had been looking forward to, and equally dreading, ever since I’d accepted Danny’s offer to return. It was the day the life Alyssa and I hoped to create in Sydney would start—the real life of work and routine, of day care and dinnertimes. It scared the absolute fuck out of me even while I looked forward to every minute.
    “It’ll be fun,” Eden said. “You’ll learn new things, and you know Danny will look after you. In fact, he has a surprise for you when you get in tomorrow.”
    I swallowed around the lump that had taken up residence in my throat. “What is it?” I croaked.
    Eden let out a titter. “If I told you, it wouldn’t be a surprise, would it?”
    Alyssa chuckled. “She has you there.”
    I narrowed my eyes at her. “Don’t you start on me too,” I said.
    Alyssa pouted. I moved quickly, grabbing her hand and pulling it to my lips. “Don’t tease me,” I whispered threateningly.
    “Or what?” she asked, licking her lips.
    “Or I just might have to punish you.” I grinned.
    “That’s enough about that. I’ll see you guys later,” Eden chirped.
    I chuckled. I’d all but forgotten that Eden was still on the phone, or that Phoebe was in the back seat for that matter. God, I couldn’t wait to get Alyssa home.
    Home.
    Never had I heard a more beautiful fucking word.
    And with home came Danny’s surprise. I could barely wait to find out what it might be. Especially when Eden’s teasing