Jolie woke up and immediately reached for the usual warmth of Brix in his spot next to her and found it empty. She reached for Malik behind her and found the spot cold.
She sat up with a start, angry. They had promised Sundays were for sleeping in and spending time cuddling. Brix was injured. He should still be in bed. Checking her phone, she noted the time was six-forty.
She stomped off to the bathroom and slammed things around as she showered. She was mumbling under her breath about lies and respect when Pia pushed the bathroom door open.
“Where are my daddies?”
“I don’t know,” she shot back. “I’m sure they’re in the house somewhere.” She was standing in the water with her eyes closed and frustrated they both had left her without a word. Even if they had to meet to discuss the even
