Addison
TUESDAY, JUST BEFORE noon, my doorbell rang and I glanced at Dylan, who shrugged. I checked the peephole and dropped my head to the door, dragging in several deep breaths.
“Who is it?” Dylan called.
I rushed into the living room. “It’s Jake!” I squeaked in horror, glancing in the mirror to gauge how much work I needed to do. “You get it. I need to fix my hair.”
“Jake... as in DetectiveParker?” Dylan eyed the door like it might spontaneously combust.
“The one and tasty.” I tugged a few stray hairs into place and decided I needed a brush.
She retreated a step. “What if he’s here to take me back to jail?”
I ran into my bathroom and grabbed the first brush I saw. “He’s alone. He probably would have brought backup if he was planning to take you in.”
“Addie—”
“It’ll be fine.I’ll get my gun as soon as I finish my hair.” I started wrestling my hair into submission, spritzing something to add shine on it.
“You’ll get your gun? What are we, Thelma and Louise?”
“Please, Dylan.”
Dylan groaned. “Your priorities suck.”
The doorbell sounded again
“Just get the door!”
“‘Get the door,’ she says. ‘The big bad wolf is pretty,’ she says,” Dylan muttered.
I giggled,dabbing concealer under my eyes before heading for my closet. I was currently wearing sweats and a shelf-cami and, quite frankly, I looked like a homeless person. Not exactly how I planned to greet the man who would father my children one day (and in the meantime, work my body the way it deserved).
I changed into a pair of my favorite jeans, which were comfortable and did amazing things for mybutt. I chose a cream sweater that often slid off one shoulder and, since I was too busty to forgo a bra, I grabbed one of my nude colored La Perla’s. I also texted my brother to let him know, just in case Jake really was here for Dylan. After fluffing out my hair again, I took a deep breath and walked back out to the living room.
The air seemed a bit tense as Dylan and Jake stood on oppositesides of the kitchen island, a paper bag between them. Despite Dylan’s rigid posture, Jake seemed relaxed, all sexy and delicious in dark blue jeans, a tight black T-shirt, and black motorcycle boots, leaning against the bar and looking very much like he belonged in my house.
