“I have not had a thing.”I set the baby down in his bassinet and gently rock the base with my foot.
“Honey, half of Red River Canyon has a thing.At this point, you’d have to be dead not to have a thing.”
West throws open the bedroom door, clearly drawn by my earlier shrieking laughter.His brows are raised in a question, and I wave him off and cover the mouthpiece as I whisper, “Hadley”.
He nods.Hadley continues, oblivious to my lack of attention.“I mean sure he’s an asshole—apparently to everyone who isn’t named Daisy-Mae—but you’ve always had a thing, and if he’s big too—”
“Oh my god you need to stop talking,” I blurt, my cheeks flaming beet red.
There’s silence for a moment, and then she says, “He’s there with you right now, isn’t he?”
“Yep.”
“And he heard every word?”
“Every.One,” West says.“Though maybe you can clear up the ‘always had a thing’ for me.”
“Gee, look at the time.Hadley, I really have to be going.”I say, my gaze shooting daggers at West.
“Listen, I’m coming home for the funeral.”
“You don’t have to do that,” I say quietly.Am I going to hell for forgetting that my ex-husband was murdered, even for just a brief few minutes?Probably.But I’ve cried so many damn tears over that man that I’m not sure he deserves to steal any more of my happiness, even in death.
“Yes, I do.Just tell me when, okay?”
I nod, though I know she can’t see me.“I’ll let you know once I have the details.”
“Love you, Dais.”
“I love you too,” I say and end the call.I chew my lip as I stare at West’s smug face.Those normally cool blue eyes are bright and playful, something I don’t see all that often.
“Always had a thing for me, huh?”
I roll my eyes.“As if you didn’t know.”
“I was such an idiot.”He shakes his head.“I had no fucking clue.”
“Would things have been different if you had?”
“Yeah, they absolutely would have been.”
I smile sweetly and say, “Well, you know now.So, what are you going to do about it?”
He crawls up the bed and pins me underneath him.His hips settle between my legs, heavy cock hard and straining against his jeans.“I don’t plan on wasting a second more.”
***
After a long showerto clean up—where we wound up even more dirty—West, Waylon, and I enjoy a little tummy time on his playmat.I stroke the downy soft hair on the nape of his baby neck and marvel at his eyes growing sleepy again.My phone rings, startling Waylon.His little arms flail and his face turns red as he cries.
“I got him.”West swoops him up and rocks him gently.
I grab my phone and look at the number on the screen.It’s a Dallas area code, but it’s not Hadley.
“Hello?”
“Mrs.Buchannan?”
“Yes.Who is this?”
