Hitched & Hitched Again: A Comedy of Marital Mayhem novel Chapter 1265

Leaping from one rooftop to the next, then springing onto the big oak tree behind the house, the pair vanished into the darkness in no time.

Tarquin: “...”

He was starting to see exactly who Evan took after.

Evan’s mannerisms, the way he talked and moved—it was almost uncanny. He was just like the old man.

Even their personalities...

There were still a bunch of armed thugs knocked out in the living room, and those two just decided to up and leave—to go have fun, no less.

Talk about nerves of steel!

One was a little kid, the other an old kid, and both of them seemed to crave mischief even more than the other.

Still, watching that old man sweep Evan up and sprint away with such speed, Tarquin had to admit, he was impressed.

He’d grown up learning to handle himself, and he could tell—the old man was something else.

Honestly, even if he and Axel teamed up, they’d stand no chance in a fair fight.

If Tarquin faced him alone, he wouldn’t last ten moves before getting hurt. If things got serious, he wouldn’t make it out alive.

Tarquin frowned, watching the direction the old man and Evan had disappeared, then finally let out a long breath.

There’s always someone better out there—no matter how tough you think you are. There’s no “best,” just “better.”

But with the old man watching over Evan, Tarquin knew he didn’t need to worry. Evan would be fine.

He turned toward Elysia and Tracey.

Tracey had stopped crying and was now bent over, chatting quietly with Elliot and Emmett.

Until now, Tarquin’s attention had been entirely on Evan and the old man. Now, he really looked at Tracey for the first time.

She looked...familiar.

He took another glance—and his heart skipped a beat, shock flooding his face.

She was...

Tracey, sharp as ever, caught his stare and looked up at him.

Tarquin gazed at her weathered face. Usually, he kept his emotions in check, but now he was visibly stunned.

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