“Can I think about it?”
“Of course. I just want to help.”
“You have in ways you’ll never realize.” I cupped the side of his face, loving the warmth there and the feel of his beard. “You’re an amazing friend, Chris.”
Something flickered in his eyes, and then he kissed the inside of my palm before stepping back. “I’ll be whatever you need, Erykah. Help in any way I can. I hope you know that.”
“I’m starting to,” I whispered. And now I feared I just might lose my heart to Christian Gamble.
Fourteen
Chris
I’m not sure there are enough prayers in the world to get me through this road trip.
Tuck
A baby and a five-year-old keeping you on your toes?
Chris
Ashlynn hasn’t stopped crying.
Lamont
A crying baby would have me jumping out of the vehicle and taking chances with the other cars.
Tuck
It’s that serious?
Chris
YES!
Lamont
Have you never heard a baby crying?
Tuck
My bad. I’ll double up my prayers.
“Why are we stopped again?” Cheyenne asked from the back seat.
Chris put his cell down and turned to look at her. “Your aunt is trying to get Ashlynn comfortable enough to stop crying.”
They’d fed her, changed her diaper, and attempted to rock her to sleep. Chris had even found a kids’ playlist on Spotify to try to soothe the little one. Nothing worked. Nothing.
Lord God, despite what I said about prayers in my text, I know they work. But I’m so exhausted from the noise. I can only imagine how Erykah feels. Please help us.
He blew out a breath. “Do you need to use the bathroom?”
“I went last time.” Cheyenne rolled her eyes.
“That was thirty minutes ago.”
“I haven’t drank anything.”
