Keeley was surprised by Aaron's distress, considering his hatred for the woman. He was more upset than she was; usually, she was the more forgiving one.

"Youaren't actually missing her, are you?"

Alarm flashed across his face. "Are you crazy?! I've wished she was dead more times than I can count, but I never did anything because of you!"

"Me?" she asked, surprised.

Aaron coughed, embarrassed. "I didn't think you'd ever forgive me if I killed someone. Because you're a good person."

Despite herself, she smiled slightly. He gave her too much credit; she was glad that horrid woman was dead. But it would take a special kind of person to feel sorry that the woman who ordered their murders had died.

"Then what are you stressed about?"

"Because now there are possibly two murderers I'm related to. And one of them has been to our house! What if we piss him off?"

Keeley was almost positive Gray wouldn't hurt Aaron, based on her observations. He probably acted in a misguided attempt to help his brother, if he was indeed responsible.

But Aaron had a point. She didn't want a murderer around her children, and they couldn't afford to anger him.

They couldn't ask him, either. Plausible deniability would keep them safe if he were caught. They couldn't be considered accomplices if they weren't certain of his guilt.

"He seems more interested in you than anyone else," she pointed out. "Maybe you could have dinner with him once a month; that might keep him happy. He doesn't seem like the type who likes kids. I don't think he's even held Kaleb or Violet."

"I don't want to spend time with him!" Aaron protested. "I told you, I don't like him—he's as fake as everyone I've tried to avoid—but if he killed someone, that makes it worse."

Keeley considered this. They knew Gray had no moral qualms about killing, given his involvement in her death and possibly her father's. Max drove the car, but Lacy ordered the hit because of Gray.

Did it matter that he'd done it again? They already knew he was an accomplice to murder. However, she didn't know how Lacy died—or if Gray did it personally. He might have used someone else, as before.

"This is all speculation, Aaron. We don't know for sure he did it. Maybe Lacy wandered into a dangerous area looking to trick you," Keeley mused.

He eyed her doubtfully. "Do you really think so? My money's on Gray. We know how ruthless he can be. I think he did it personally and waited until we were out of town."

"So what if he did? I'm GLAD she's gone. Aren't you? I can finally stop hiding! We can worry about the rest later. For now, can't we celebrate this obstacle being removed?"

Aaron hugged her, burying his face in her hair. "I'm so sorry, Keeley. You shouldn't have had to deal with this. You're right. One thing at a time. I'm glad she's gone too. We can finally be like any other married couple."

She tilted her head back. "Don't we need to get those shares from your dad first?"

He shrugged. "With Lacy gone, I can do that at the next board meeting—two weeks from now. I just need to meet with my dummy shareholders to get the shares back. I can introduce you to them if you want."

That might be interesting. The only people she knew from Aaron's work were Cameron and Aiden. He'd offered to introduce her to his work friends before, but that was when they were just becoming friends again.

"Sure. They'd probably want to see the babies, too, if they're your friends."

Aaron chuckled. "They'll be shocked. Only Cameron and Alice know about you."

"Alice? Alice Wheatley, your prom date?" she asked, surprised. She hadn't realized she was one of his "dummy" shareholders.

"She's Alice Kelly now, but yes. She figured out you were the one I cared about, remembering high school rumors. She's interesting."

Alice Wheatley. Keeley barely knew her in high school. Alice's group hung out in the cafeteria, far removed from the student lounge.

Keeley only knew Alice's name because she was slightly annoyed that Aaron attended prom without her in their first life. He'd said his parents chose his date and that he barely danced with her, spending most of the night with her friends. That had reassured her.

"I do enjoy interesting people," she said with a smile. "Now that that's settled…we should head back."

Aaron opened the door, and an older woman passing by was scandalized to see them together. They weren't wearing their wedding rings (they'd been swimming), and they looked young. The woman probably thought they were up to no good.

They returned to their room. Both babies were fussing, hungry. Robert was heating bottles, but not fast enough. They'd even spit out their pacifiers.

Perfectly in sync, Keeley and Aaron each picked up a twin and soothed them. Her father laughed, calling them a match made in heaven. If only he knew the extent of the otherworldly intervention involved.