Always Only You by Chloe Liese (z-lib.org).epub

taste from the pitcher. “And if you see my husband being sporty outside, tell him
I hope he trips.”
Elin smacks Freya’s butt and mutters something in Swedish.
“Not touching that one.” Ren waves and slides open the door. “Come out
soon, okay?” he says to me.
I nod. “I will.”
Very soon, if I have anything to say about it.
Rooney plops down next to me, reaches for a carrot and swipes it through a
bowl of hummus. Crunching, she looks me over. “You are hot.”
Willa sighs. “Is there no faithfulness, anymore?”
Rooney blows her a kiss. “You were my first, honey. But you chose Ryder
over me. It’s time for me to move on.”
I stare between them. “You two…were…together?”
“They don’t speak our language, Frankie,” Ziggy says, swiping through her
phone. I think she’s reading. At her own birthday party. Smart girl.
“What do you mean?” I ask.
Ziggy glances up. “It’s all one big joke. If you take any of it literally—which
is how you and I tend to take everything—it’s very confusing.”
Rooney smiles sheepishly. “Sorry. It’s a bad habit. I’m an only child who
grew up watching a lot of Gilmore Girls with no one to be the Rory to my
Lorelai.”
“But that would make you her mom,” I say confusedly.
Ziggy lifts a hand. “My point is made.”
Willa gently pats my arm. “What Rooney means is she likes to talk. A lot.
And I do, too. We talk back and forth, mostly about nothing, but it’s all wrapped
up in love. Make sense?”
Not really.
I never talk unless I have something meaningful to say, and then I have lots
to say. Talking for talking’s sake is exhausting.
Ziggy grins at me as if she just thought the same thing, then goes back to her
phone.
A shadow graces the patio doorway, and in steps the oldest Bergman, Axel.
He’s taller than Ren and lean, like he runs marathons. Long, wiry muscles.
Ramrod-straight posture. He’s very handsome, if not a little intimidating, with
his severe expression. Ryder’s and Ziggy’s grass-green eyes. Tousled chocolate
hair like Viggo’s.
He freezes when he sees all of us. “Why is everyone staring at me?”
Rooney mutters under her breath, “Because who the hell wouldn’t stare at
him?”