“Julia’s right. Without Lydia, Sierra would never have run that ridiculous interview process. We never would have met, married, and none of this would have happened.”
“I would have still tried to destroy you,” Kyle said with a shrug. “So, that would have happened.”
“But we probably would have just…destroyed each other instead of getting to know one another,” Grant said.
Kyle sucked in a breath. “Yeah. I guess. Not certain that’s a great thing, but…”
“I think it’s a great thing,” Julia said before she nudged Grant.
He straightened as he nodded. “Yeah, really great.”
“I saw her nudge you. That doesn’t count,” Kyle said with a shake of his head.
“I’m serious. And so is Grant. If you hadn’t come into our lives, we wouldn’t be here, Kyle. You saved Grant after the explosion. You saved my life twice.”
“And you helped me when Alicia came,” Sierra added.
“She’s right. And you offered to sink all of Luke’s tour boats to help me,” Grant said.
“Which makes you a valuable part of this family,” Julia added.
“Thanks,” he said as he squeezed her hand. “I’m…sometimes glad I found you guys.”
“Sometimes?” Sierra asked, her features tugging into a frown.
“I’m glad,” he said. “Better?”
“Much,” Sierra said with a curt nod. “Although, I really think the best thing Lydia gave us was Julia.”
“That I can agree with,” Kyle answered.
Grant pulled Julia closer to him again. “That’s the one thing we can all agree on.”
She smiled at them, warmth building in her at the statement. “That’s very nice, but I feel the same about each of you.”
“Then maybe we should be glad we all found each other,” Sierra said.
“I agree,” Julia answered.
Kyle glanced at his phone. “Well, that conversation wasted…eight minutes.”
“Fifteen minutes to go,” Sierra said as she let her head thud against the wall.
Julia settled back against Grant again. Her eyes fell on the table in the middle of the room. She tilted her head as she stared at the slim laptop sitting on top. A power cord attached to it, snaking down to the floor, but she focused on the second cord trailing from it.
She sat straighter. “What is that cord?”
“What cord?” Grant asked.
“On the laptop.”
“Probably the power cord,” Sierra said as she crossed her arms.
“No,” Julia scrambled to her feet. “The black one is the power cord. But this one…” She touched the white cord. Heat rushed through her as she yanked it from the machine. A grin crossed her lips.
“What is it?” Grant asked as he joined her at the table.
“An Ethernet cable.” Julia’s trembling hands plugged it back in before she lifted the lid.
