Her Obsession (by Sheridan Hartin) novel Chapter 101

Her Obsession.

Full Sunday Name.

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I was just starting to relax, chewing through my stew and watching Ari manage not to bite anyone’s head off, when a shadow fell over the

table.

Nico dropped onto the bench beside me like he’d materialised out of the bloody air, laptop already open in his hands. “Ghost,” he said quickly, eyes bright. “You’ve got to see this! I’ve been running through some of the data you mentioned about Yakov’s supply routes and

Before he could launch into his usual machine–gun ramble, a voice cut across the hall.

“Nicholaus Patrick Stevens! You know the rule about working at the dinner table!” The entire room stilled for half a heartbeat. Ma stood at the other end of the table, hands on her hips, eyes narrowed in a way that could peel paint off the walls.

I choked on my bread, laughter spilling out before I could stop it. “Nicholaus?” I repeated, turning wide eyes on him.

Nico groaned, dropping his forehead dramatically against the laptop lid. “For the love of God, don’t-”

“Nicholaus,” I said again, grinning wickedly now. “That’s rich. What else are you hiding from us? Do you secretly knit in your spare time? Collect porcelain dolls?”

He rolled his eyes so hard I thought they might get stuck, then muttered, “It’s just Nico.”

“Not to me, Nicholaus,” I teased, enjoying the way his ears turned pink as he slumped further down the bench.

Conner leaned past me, smirking like the devil himself. “Ma’s always the one to put us in our place,” he drawled. “Guess you’re not immune, Nicholaus.”

Nico huffed, flipping the laptop open again despite the laughter that still buzzed around the table at his expense. “Alright, alright, laugh it up, but seriously–you need to see this. I cross–referenced the times on Yakov’s supply runs with-”

Before he could finish, Ma’s footsteps thudded across the wooden floor. She came up behind him, apron still dusted with flour, and planted herself like an immovable wall. Her hands shot out, palms up.

“Laptop,” she said firmly.

Nico’s eyes went wide. “What? No, Ma, come on, this is important-”

“You can have it back once your belly is full,” she interrupted, her voice leaving no room for argument, “and once you don’t look like the wind might knock you over.”

The entire bench shook with stifled laughter.

I leaned forward, grinning so hard my cheeks hurt. “Nicholaus, give Ma the computer.”

He snapped his gaze to me, betrayal written all over his face.

I smirked, sipping my drink to hide the laugh that escaped anyway. Conner didn’t bother hiding his. He roared, clapping Nico on the back hard enough to jolt the laptop forward. Ma snatched it out of his hands like she’d been doing it his whole life.

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“I’ll put this in the pantry,” she said, tucking it under her arm. “Safe from you until you’ve eaten something besides caffeine and nerves.”

Nico dropped his head into his hands, groaning like a dying man. “She’s going to hide my work in with the potatoes.”

“And you’ll live,” Ma shot back over her shoulder, already walking away.

The table erupted with laughter, and I couldn’t help but join in, my ribs aching from it.

The laughter still clung to me, warm and strange, when I felt it, that prickling weight of someone’s eyes. I glanced up and caught Ari across the hall. She wasn’t smiling. She wasn’t sneering either. Her head was tilted, eyes narrowed slightly, like she was… studying me and studying the laugh. The sound that had slipped out of me so easily a moment ago now felt heavy in my chest, exposed. My instinct was to shove it back down, rebuild the wall, but it was too late; she’d already seen it. For a second, I thought she might speak, call me soft, accuse me of forgetting what we were. But she didn’t. She just kept watching, her expression caught somewhere between curiosity and disbelief, like she couldn’t quite decide if I was real. I shifted on the bench, breaking her gaze by tearing a piece of bread apart with my fingers. Still, the image of her face lingered, and I couldn’t shake the thought: Maybe Ari wasn’t just looking at me. Maybe she was measuring what it meant, for me, for her, that someone like us could still laugh in a place like this.

Nico shovelled the last of his stew into his mouth like a man possessed, barely chewing before swallowing. He wiped his bowl with a hunk of bread, crammed that in after it, then sat up straight, chest puffed out like he’d just run a bloody marathon.

“Finished,” he declared, loud enough for half the hall to hear. His eyes darted to Ma at the far end of the table, waiting like a schoolboy begging permission.

She gave him a long, considering look, then finally nodded. “Aye. Go on, then.”

He lit up, springing to his feet so fast the bench nearly toppled. In a blink, he had my hand in his, tugging me out of my seat before I could protest. “Come on, ghost, before she changes her mind.”

I stumbled after him, caught between amusement and exasperation, glancing back over my shoulder. Conner was already on his feet, arms crossed, smirk tugging at his mouth.

“Where do you think you’re dragging her?” he asked, following at a steady pace.

Nico shot him a look over his shoulder, all wild energy and impatience. “To reclaim my laptop before it absorbs the scent of onions.”

Conner shook his head but didn’t stop trailing us, his presence solid at my back as Nico practically towed me through the hall. I couldn’t help it, I laughed again, the sound spilling out before I could swallow it down.

Nico dragged me down the corridor, his hand clamped tight around mine, muttering under his breath about wasted time and compromised data. Conner’s boots followed at an easy pace, no rush in him at all, which only made Nico twitchier. By the time we reached the pantry door, Nico reached for the handle like a man on a mission. Conner leaned his shoulder against the wall, crossing his arms, smirk firmly in place,

“Careful now,” he drawled. “Don’t get lost in there, Nicholaus. Ma keeps the potatoes in sacks taller than you.”

Nico froze, shoulders stiff. “For the last time-”

“Oh no,” Conner cut him off, grin widening, “you don’t get to drop your big dramatic declarations at the table and then pretend we didn’t all hear your full Sunday name.” His gaze slid to me, wicked as hell. “Isn’t that right, little ghost?”

I pressed my lips together, fighting the laugh bubbling up, and failed miserably. “Nicholaus,” I said sweetly, “don’t forget to mind the onions. They might knock you over before the wind does.”

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Nico groaned like a man mortally wounded, dragging a hand down his face. “Unbelievable. Both of you.”

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Conner pushed off the wall, clapping him on the back hard enough to make him stumble, “Relax, lad. We’re only teasing. Now hurry up before Ma catches you raiding her pantry, you don’t want her shouting your name again, do you?”

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