I batted it away.“Stop it.”
“Red!”Darius shouted.“Open a red!From the reserve!”
I pulled the covers from my face and tucked them to my neck.“The reserve?”
He looked down at me.“The lower floor isn’t only Liam’sspace.There’s a wine cellar down there.”
Darius had a wine cellar?
“I’m totally moving here.”
It was after I said that when I saw the most beautiful thingI’d seen since my son came out of me bawling.
The happy, carefree, sweet, tender loving smile of DariusTucker.
ChapterThirteen
Character
I dressed.
Darius dressed.
And it was Darius who carried my shoes down the stairs,holding my hand on his other side.
We made it to the living room to see our son slumped, goingextra, a wet washcloth folded over his eyes, his head resting on the back ofthe couch.
There was a bottle of red open and breathing on the coffeetable, and two handsome, shining wide-bowled wineglasses.
Damn.
Darius had it going on.
Feeling our arrival, Liam told the ceiling, “I’m scarred forlife.”
I opened my mouth to say something when I was suddenlyshoved behind Darius.
This was because we heard the front door slam open.
I peeked around him and caught Toni barreling in.
She skidded to a halt.
She was wheezing.
She put her hand to her chest, and it floated up and down asshe tried to catch her breath.
Liam had taken the washcloth off, and he was studying her.
“Did you run here, Aunt Toni?”he asked.
“I…you…” She caught sight of me.“Girl!”she shouted.“I’vebeen blowing up your phone!”
“I kinda left it in the car,” I admitted.
Immediately, I thought it prudent to step back because itlooked like Toni’s head was going to explode.
Darius twisted to me.“Your phone is in your car?”
