Twin Cupids at Work Daddy Come Home novel Chapter 721

The phone jolted Julian out of his thoughts.

He glanced at the screen, then pressed it to his ear. “Why aren’t you asleep? It’s the middle of the night.”

Mitch’s laugh was low, teasing. “You’re awake too, aren’t you?”

Julian sighed. “What do you want?”

“What, can’t a friend call just to talk?”

Julian checked the glowing numbers on the clock. “You call me just to chat at three in the morning? Are you out of your mind?”

He was already in a bad mood, patience worn razor-thin. He moved to end the call, but Mitch’s tone changed.

“Your ex-wife fell asleep. Come pick her up.”

Julian stopped cold. Smoke curled from his cigarette, shadows dancing over his sharp features. For a split second, his entire mood shifted. “She’s sleeping at your place?”

Mitch chuckled softly. “I thought you’d forgotten about her. Honestly, I figured your first question would be ‘which ex-wife?’”

“I saw her tonight,” Julian said quietly.

“So you do still care.” There was a hint of surprise, maybe amusement, in Mitch’s voice.

Julian could feel how tense his own hand had become, fingers pressing the cigarette a little too tightly.

“She’s passed out at your place. How could I not care at least a little?”

Mitch’s response was casual, almost dismissive. “If you say so.”

Julian waited, expecting an explanation. None came.

What was Madeline even doing spending the night at Mitch’s? He didn’t ask. Mitch didn’t offer. The silence stretched out until Julian finally caved.

“Where are they?”

“I’m working on it. Not exactly sure yet.”

Julian’s jaw was set, expression guarded. “She’s the mother of my child. What choice do I have?”

“That’s all it is?” Mitch leaned back against his car, grinning, clearly enjoying himself.

Julian said nothing. He honestly wasn’t sure why he was worried, why he was driving through the night for her. The feeling was strange, unfamiliar. He’d never done this for anyone before.

They headed inside, one trailing after the other. The private room was a mess, broken bottles everywhere, but no sign of Madeline or Brenda.

Mitch surveyed the wreckage. “Looks like someone had a hell of a night.”

Julian barely heard him. He turned away and started searching.

Outside, in the lot behind the bar, Madeline and Brenda staggered through rows of parked cars, weaving like they’d forgotten how to walk straight.

Brenda rubbed at her forehead, voice rising in frustration. “Where the hell did we park?”

Madeline collapsed onto the low stone edge of a planter, her head resting in her hands. Her eyelids fluttered, exhaustion and the aftereffects of too much alcohol dragging her toward sleep. She could barely keep her eyes open.