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“What is going to happen now?” she asks me.
“Nothing is going to happen. She has to go into the sheriff’s office tomorrow with Ryleigh and answer questions.”
“But they are going to know the two of you were together all night long,” she mentions quietly.
“Yeah.” I put my hands on my hips. “I hope they get the fucking message, and he hides under a fucking rock and doesn’t come back out.”
She laughs. “Out of all the women in all the world, you get tangled with the only one you shouldn’t.”
I look at her and do a chin up. “Seems like I learned from my sister,” I joke. “You love who you love.”
She gasps. “You love her?”
“Never felt this way about another woman in my whole life,” I confess, “and I’ve had my share. With her, I know I’ll go to the ends of the earth to make sure she’s not hurt. I’d go to the ends of the earth to make her smile. So, if that’s love, then yeah,” I admit. Just the thought of her smiling and happy fills another piece of me I didn’t know needed to be filled. Another part of me I didn’t know was empty. “I guess I love her.”
CHAPTER 26
Harmony
“Wyatt, we have to go,” I say when I walk back downstairs after taking a shower, expecting him to still be in the kitchen eating the fresh fruit I cut before I escaped quickly. I stop in my tracks when I see the kitchen empty. The stool’s pushed in, and he’s nowhere to be seen. Even his fruit bowl isn’t left on the counter. I see something in the yard and see Wyatt in the backyard with Brady, who throws him the ball and he catches it.
Last night when Brady came home from work, he found Wyatt and me on the couch, where he made it a point to sit down and talk to Wyatt about his day. I sat there, not sure what to say, especially when Wyatt got up to go to bed, high-fiving Brady before just walking to the bedroom he was staying in. I got up to follow him, and Brady grabbed my hand, pulling me back down so he could kiss me. It was a soft, sweet kiss, and it made my knees weak and my stomach flutter. He was also waiting for me when I walked out of Wyatt’s room, not saying a word as he took me to his bedroom and kept me there for the rest of the night. I woke up snuggled against his naked body, and it took everything I had in me to leave him. But I did, and again, he was there downstairs to carry my stuff to the truck, kissing me before I left. When I got back, he was already showered and ready to make breakfast. He made sure if Wyatt was in the room, there was no touching or kissing. He pushed me up the stairs to shower, and now I am standing in his kitchen, watching him toss a ball with my son.
I push open the storm door. “We’ve got to get going,” I call out, and Wyatt turns to run to the side of the house. “Where are you going?”
“The truck, I already put my bag in there,” he explains over his shoulder. “Brady told me to.”
I look back at Brady, who is coming straight for me, stopping on the step in front of me to kiss my neck. “I like that you smell of me,” he says, sniffing my neck. “I just wish I was the one who lathered you up.” He walks to the door. “Go to the truck. I’ll meet you in the front.” He swats my ass, stopping and turning. “Do we have time when we get back before you meet Ryleigh?”
“I don’t think so. I have to go to Mr. Mendelson’s house and grab my things,” I tell him, but I really want to come back home and get naked with Brady. Not to say we didn’t get naked last night, but it’s not as fun when I have to muffle my face or when he has to bury his in my neck to stop from groaning out loud.
“Tonight, after work, we’ll get creative.” He winks at me, and I try not to blush, but I do anyway before I quickly walk away from him toward the truck. He gets there at the same time, closing the door behind him.
“I can drive him by myself,” I tell him, and he just looks me up and down, not answering. Instead, he walks over to the driver’s side and gets into the truck.
“You coming?” he asks when he starts the truck and rolls down the passenger side window.
“Of course I’m coming,” I mumble, climbing into the truck. Drop-off is about the same as it was yesterday. Lots of eyes looking our way as the three of us walk to the fence, with Brady ruffling Wyatt’s hair and telling him to have a good day. He waits beside me with his hands in his back pockets until Wyatt is safely in the school. A few of the moms spot him and say hello. I notice a couple of them look at him with a look I definitely know, and I don’t have to know why they are looking at him like that. It makes me look down nervously, wondering how long ago they were in his bed.
When we get into the truck, he reaches his hand over and grabs mine to hold his. I’m almost tempted to ask him about it, but it’s none of my business. I have to remind myself of that constantly. “You okay?” he asks as we pull out of the parking lot, and he makes his way over to Mr. Mendelson’s house.
“I’m fine,” I lie to him. Well, sort of. “I’m just nervous for the meeting today.”
“It’ll be okay.” He brings my hand to his lips, and all I can do is nod at him.
I’m expecting Mr. Mendelson to be having his coffee on his porch, but the front door is closed, and he’s nowhere to be seen. “I’ll be right back.” I look over at Brady, who nods at me as I get out of the truck and walk up the steps to ring the doorbell. I listen for his footsteps, and they come a couple of minutes later. The minute he opens the door, I see him in his robe, with his nose red and coughing up a storm. “Oh my goodness, Mr. Mendelson,” I say as he puts his hand to his mouth. “How long have you been like this?”
“It’s just a cold.” He pushes my hands away when I go to reach for him. “I’ll be fine tonight to watch Wyatt.”
“You will not,” I immediately snap at him. “You will get back in bed, and I’ll go home and make you soup as soon as I’m done with the lawyer.”
“Stop fretting over me,” he huffs as he turns and walks back to the kitchen. “I said I was fine.”
“You are not fine.” I want to argue with him, but I don’t want to make Ryleigh wait for me. “I need the envelope I gave you,” I tell him, and he nods at me, walking out of the kitchen and toward the back of the house. He comes back with the big manila envelope and hands it to me. “You sure about this lawyer?” he asks. “Once they see that, they can’t go back.”
“I trust her,” I admit, “or else I wouldn’t show her this.” I take the envelope from him and hold it to my chest. “Now get back in bed.”
“Get out of my house,” he jokes with me but starts coughing, “and call me and tell me how things went.”