“You’re not lost. You just need to remember what you value the most.”
I don’t have time to answer because his mouth covers mine to capture my moan as I begin to shake around him, not even from an orgasm, he just works my body in the right ways.
His words don’t leave me, though. I just need some time to breathe and figure out my thoughts that are all over the place.
Because we can’t survive our hearts breaking twice.
20
FORD
As the days go by, Brielle seems to ease more. Well, at least I catch her smiling while she flips pancakes this morning, barefoot in my kitchen.
I head straight for my prize, wrap my arms around her middle, and sway us side to side. “You’re spoiling him.”
“It’s pancakes.” She laughs.
“You cook him full breakfasts every morning. Don’t even try to hide it, I see your magic witchcraft.”
“They’re chocolate chips.”
“Exactly.”
Glancing over her shoulder, she flashes me an odd look. I just shut it down with a kiss.
She shimmies me away and stacks a plate with pancakes. “Come on, Connor will be down in a minute or two. I set the table outside.”
“Okay, I’ll grab my coffee.” I walk to the machine and make my cup while she grabs a few items.
We walk together, and I take a plate from her so she doesn’t need to juggle everything. I’m studying the bowl of scrambled eggs and questioning if Connor realizes he is treated like a prince when I nearly run into Brielle.
“No way!” Brielle shrieks and stops in her tracks when we open the sliding door.
I bump into her slightly before I realize she is frozen, and when I look forward, then I know why.
“Is that…” I angle my head to the side to study the pool.
“A raccoon.”
We both stay in place because we don’t want to scare away the raccoon that is literally swimming in the pool. It’s like a little dog, paddling around in laps.
“This is not normal,” she says, adamant.
“Just great, now I’m going to have to empty the pool,” I whisper, not thrilled.
“Why?”
“He probably has rabies or something. Doesn’t even seem fazed by us.”
“I think he’s just warm.” Brielle takes a cautious step forward. “What do we do? Scare him away? Damn, if only we had a dog now.”
I hand her the bowl of eggs I was carrying and take matters into my own hands. I pull out my phone, pull up a song, and turn the outside speakers on because clearly this animal finds us too quiet.
With the song now playing, Brielle looks at me and bursts out laughing.
The racoon finally notices that he has an audience and is quick to swim to the steps.
“Are you seriously scaring him away with Taylor Swift?” She’s in hysterics now.
