Page 125 of Havoc's Fox

“Yes, you do,” Analise and Havoc both insisted.

“I need another donut!” Harley announced from across the room where she’d plopped at the coffee table to watch cartoons while the adults talked about things that didn’t interest her.

“Donuts I got, mates, not so much,” Emmalyn said, getting up to take Harley another donut.

“Text Barron,” Analise mouthed at Havoc while Emmalyn was tending to Harley.

“What?” Havoc asked.

Analise shushed him and leaned closer to him so Emmalyn wouldn’t hear her. “Text Barron. Get him here. Now.”

Havoc shot a quick look at Emmalyn who was patiently holding a box of donuts in front of Harley while she chose the one she wanted.

Havoc got up and went over to the kitchen island, where he usually left his phone, picked it up and sent a quick text before coming back to his place at the table, setting his phone right beside him face down. He grinned at Analise and winked at her.

“What?” Emmalyn asked.

“What what?” Havoc asked.

“What are you up to? Why are you winking and grinning at each other?” Emmalyn asked.

“Maybe because we’re in love?” Analise asked.

“Ewww.”

“Stop saying that!” Analise chided.

Havoc’s phone vibrated and he picked it up and smirked before putting it back face down on the table.

“Aren’t you going to ask who’s texting him?” Emmalyn asked.

“No, I’m not.”

“Why not?”

“Because I know who’s texting him.”

“And that would be?” Emmalyn asked.

“Maia. We’ve been working out who all is coming to the wedding.”

“Maia’s coming?” Emmalyn asked, pleasantly surprised.

“Yep. And her family. Even Cristi and Sebastian. Lazarus and Alex, and Roman and Tallie, and at least Cruz, not sure about Darcie. Lucas and Anahla are trying to come, too. But he and Richie might stay behind to run things. They’ll just have to see.”

Emmalyn reached for a notebook and started jotting down notes.

“What are you writing down?” Analise asked.

“Guest list.”

“That’s just part of it. Still waiting to hear from Matty, and I’ve friends from Boston that will have to be invited…”

“Slow down, I’ve got to write it all down.”

“Why are you all up in our business at 6:30 in the freaking morning. How did you even know we were back?” Havoc grumbled.

“Because I’m helping plan the wedding. And I brought pastries, so get over it.”