I’m probably mistaken, but I hang onto any glimmer of his voice that I may or may not have heard.
CHAPTER TWENTY
Abby
I groan,glancing around Maverick’s room. I asked him to clean up in here this morning before I dropped him off at school, but I didn’t have time to check it before we ran out the door.
I’m not the neatest person in the world by any means, but his seven-year-old version of cleaning is obviously different from mine.
I guess we will tackle that tonight.
Nudging his laptop out of the way, I put the laundry basket on his bed and start pulling out folded clothes, setting them next to the basket.
Would it take me the same amount of time to actually put the clothes in his drawers?Yes.Do we have to do things that logically don’t make sense for the sake of teaching our kid things?Also… yes.
With the mindless task occupying my hands, my brain wanders to Wyatt and the kiss we shared a few days ago.
I still can’t believe it really happened, but in the same breath, the sensation of his lips on mine still lingers there even days later.
It wasn’t the smartest idea I’ve ever had. And yes, I’m fully aware I was the one to first close the distance between us.
What the hell was I supposed to do, though? He was staring down at me with those dark, chocolatey-brown eyes and those perfectly kissable lips, and I caved.
Sue me. It’s been a long time since I even kissed a guy, let alone anything beyond that.
I can’t really bring myself to regret it, either, because it was a damn good kiss. Nothing else can happen between us, but that kiss will be enough.
Yeah, okay… sure.
I drag in a deep breath, trying to push down my own intrusive thoughts. A knock on the front door jerks me back to reality.
I grab the laundry basket, walking quickly to the stairs. “Coming,” I shout.
Through the window beside the door, I see Kane standing on the porch. My mind starts whirling with possibilities of why he would be knocking on my door.
Leah…Panic starts to rise inside of me. I rush the rest of the way to the door, tossing the basket to the side.
“Is she okay?” I ask. The words are flying out of me before the door is even open all the way.
His eyebrows draw together in confusion before they settle again. “Leah’s fine,” he says reassuringly.
A gust of air wooshes from my lungs. “Oh… okay,” I say a little shakily, opening the door the rest of the way. “Come in?”
It comes out more as a question than a statement.
He hesitates for a second but slides past me into the entryway. I expect him to walk further into the house, but he stops a few feet away. Indecision is written all over his face, but he quickly shakes it away with a jerk of his head.
I close the door behind me, and suddenly the curiosity I had about why he was knocking on my door withers away now that I know Leah is safe. He is here in my house, and we are alone.
It might not be the same house we were in together three years ago, but the electric connection thrumming between us is very much present.
We stare at each other, neither one of us daring to break the silence. Only a few feet of space separate us, and I’m grateful for it because without it, I don’t know what I would do.
Geez… Look at me. Just a few days ago, I was kissing his best friend, and now here I am staring at Kane like maybe we could have a replay of that one night.
And then there’s Linc. We didn’t kiss, but we were a breath away from it, only feet from where Kane and I are standing right now.
What the hell am I doing?
