I couldn’t help but grin. I mean, who wouldn’t with those faces?
“Finish your vegetables, then she’s all yours,” Jodie ordered.
After all the vegetables had been eaten, I accompanied the twins to the playroom, which was more like a mini trampoline park. Clearly, these boys had everything they’d ever dreamed of. They had ahome. Selfishly, though, the inner child in me wanted to say it wasn’tfair,butit wasn’t their fault. I’d never under any circumstances want a child to feel the emptiness that I did.
When my legs felt like they would fall off after an hour ofcrack the egg, I said my goodbyes and drove the thirty minutes back to my house. My modest shelter looked like a peasant’s dwelling compared to their three-hundred-acre ranch.
Shaking the thought, I shifted the car in park. It was my last evening off. I started working at Laces Out tomorrow night. Busy was good. It gave me less time to think about my neighbor, whose truck wasn’t in his driveway.
And I hated that it bothered me.
My hair was damp, my brush moving through the last few tangles when a knock sounded at my door. I frowned before sliding on my slippers and crossed the living room. I wasn’t expecting any visitors and it was already almost eight.
Swinging the door open, I froze when I saw who stood on my porch.Jagged Ross.
“Umm, what are you doing here?” I asked, glancing out into the dark behind him.
He held up a debit card between his fingers. “Seems like they got our cards mixed up last night.”
It took me a second to see my name printed on the gold card. “So I have yours?”
“I sure hope so.” He laughed.
“Come on in.” I waved a hand.
I did have manners. I wasn’t going to make him stand outside while I went to find my purse.
“One sec.” I pointed at him. “Stay here.”
He held up his hands in surrender. “I won’t move a muscle.”
Finding my purse, I quickly retrieved my wallet and sifted through the unnecessary receipts before I found it. A gold card. With Jagger’s name on it.
“Sorry about that,” I said as I reentered the living room.
He kept his word. He hadn’t moved.
“What are the odds.” He smirked as we swapped cards.
“Yeah.” I moved past him, heading for the door. Last thing I wanted was him thinking that he could stay. “I’m sure it happens all the time.”
He swaggered across the room, sporting a Cougars shirt a size too small and black athletic shorts. “Glad you got to see me.”
I rolled my eyes so hard I evoked a headache.
Holding open my door, I narrowed my eyes. “Have a good night, Jagger.”
“Sweet dreams,” he murmured before he crossed the threshold.
He was barely over the welcome mat before I slammed the door. The fact he now knew where I lived didn’t make me feel any better. Good thing I supposedly had thislegitsecurity system. Guess we’d find out.
Padding across the room, I was almost to my bedroom door when a knock sounded again.
“You’ve got to be kidding me,” I groaned.
Turning on my slippers, I marched back to the door. My hand clasped the knob, yanking it back with a dramatic flair.
“What is it now…”
