Eventually, he released me, taking the keys out of my hand. He unlocked the door and opened it
for me. When I slid behind the driver’s seat, he crouched down beside me. “Is it okay if I call you
tonight?”
Was it? I knew that if I told him I would be busy with Willow he would accept my answer. I
should probably take some time to think about what I was getting myself into without my libido
overriding my brain. But I didn’t want to make excuses for why he couldn’t contact me when we were
apart.
“I usually put her to bed by eight-thirty,” I told him.
“And what time do you go to bed?”
“Usually around midnight. Sometimes a little bit later.”
William scowled at me. “No wonder you’re always tired. When you get her down, text me. Then,
I want you to take a hot shower and get into your bed. I’ll call you to say good night.”
“Are you gonna read me a bedtime story, too?”
I was only teasing but William seemed to be contemplating my request. And oddly enough, I found
I sort of wanted him to.
"That’s definitely something we can consider." He patted my thigh. “I’ll talk to you later. If you
need me, don’t hesitate to call sooner.”
I bit back a reminder that I didn’tneedhim, even as badly as I wanted him. I had always done just
fine on my own. But dammit, I didn’t want to anymore.
William stood next to his car, watching as I backed out of my parking stall. I offered him a wave,
ducking my head when he blew me a kiss. This man was going to be the death of me.
My entire body buzzed with endorphins the entire drive home. I wasn’t sure when or if I had ever
felt this alive. I sang along with the radio, tapping the steering wheel in time with the beat. At one
stoplight, I even found myself dancing to an annoyingly catchy pop song.
It was going to be a good day. I had a man who made no secret of how he felt about me. And even
better, he seemed to understand that I couldn’t give him my full attention. For once, I held out hope
that I wouldn’t be lonely and miserable for the rest of my life.
A car door slammed as I got out of my car. I turned around to see Lisa storming across the parking
lot, Willow practically running to keep up with her mother. “Where the hell have of you been?”
“Out.” And there went the good mood. I’d been so loose and relaxed, but now my shoulders felt
