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done with you today,” she said before I could slam the door closed. She pushed the button on the passenger seat, bringing it forward so she could get her chair and wheels out from the back.
    I was tempted to storm into Hunter’s house and leave her out here alone, but I couldn’t quite bring myself to do it. She moved into her chair and gave me a look, then headed for the door in front of me. I hurried to get there first and ring the bell. It was only when we got there that I remembered the step.
    I hadn’t yet decided what to do—whether I should offer to lift her up or angle the chair so she could somehow roll over the step—when I realized she was already taking matters into her own hands. She picked up speed and headed toward the step. Just before getting there, she tipped back to raise her front wheels, then leaned forward to bring the larger back wheels along with her.
    I tried to act like I’d seen the same thing dozens of times before and she hadn’t just blown yet another of my ideas about her all to pieces, then rang the bell.
    Tallie, as disheveled as I’d ever seen her, opened the door. She had purple circles under her eyes, and her usually perfect hair was frazzled. Not only that, but she was wearing some stained pajamas underneath one of her usual aprons.
    “How long she’s been crying?” I asked, stepping inside without an invitation.
    London followed us inside and closed the door, but I was focused on the sound of Harper’s screams coming from down the hall. I headed that way with Tallie.
    “A few hours? I don’t know. I’ve lost track of time, it’s been going on for so long.”
    I walked straight into the nursery, where Hunter was pacing back and forth with the little girl bouncing over his shoulder. She had a fist of his long hair tangled with her fingers, and her face was as red and wet as ever.
    “Why didn’t you call me sooner?”
    “Because you had that game today, dumb ass,” Hunter said.
    I reached for the baby, and he readily passed her over.
    “Game ended almost two hours ago,” I muttered, drawing her in close to me. Then I switched to Russian. “There you are, kukolka ,” I said, patting her back. “Dima’s here.”
    Within moments, she started to settle, so I took a seat in her rocker and pushed us into a gentle motion. Since she calmed so soon, I was almost positive she’d already cried herself out before I got there, but I didn’t want to tell Hunter and Tallie that. My time with Harper was as much a balm to my own soul as it was to hers, and I wasn’t ready to give it up.
    Especially not after a day like today, when London Hawke had trampled all over the last of my frayed nerves. I needed this as much as the baby did. It might not be much longer before she didn’t need me anymore, but I would still need her.
    “I’ll calm her down,” I said, since Hunter and Tallie were both standing near the doorway, looking on with hopeful expressions. “You send London home.”
    “London?” Hunter asked.
    “That’s me.” London’s voice came from the hall, and both of them turned around. “I drove him here. We were having coffee after the game.”
    Just like that, Tallie turned around with a renewed gleam in her eyes that sent shivers racing up my spine. “Well,” she said, and it was clear she meant to be speaking to London even though she was looking straight at me. “Isn’t this a surprise? It isn’t every day that Dima brings one of his girls around.”
    “She just dropped me off. She can leave now,” I argued.
    Tallie gave me an over-my-dead-body sort of look. “Not if I have anything to say about it. Come on, London. Let’s go to the kitchen. You can help me make dinner.”
    I stared Hunter down. “Make Tallie stop. London should go home.”
    “I don’t think you understand, since you’re not married, but there’s no making Tallie do anything. Ever. If the thought strikes her that she wants something, then she and I both have to do everything