Her mind wouldn’t settle.
Not when Jack was right across the hall. Right across the hall with that mouth and those hands and…all the rest.
To hell with it.She yanked herself out of bed, rolled out her yoga mat, and opened her door farther.
What? Maybe Jack might come looking for her later.
Maybe.
She attempted to center herself in lotus position on the purple yoga mat, her palms pressed together near her heart’s center, her sit bones anchored to the ground.
She inhaled. She exhaled.
Let the thoughts come, and encouraged them to go. Counted her breaths.
Funny, usually she couldn’t sleep because her mind raced with everything that needed to be done. Tonight, her mind raced hoping that Jack might come and handle her.
She squirmed. Then she tried to refocus.
In through the nose. Out through the mouth.
Jack’s door creaked. Her eyes flew open.
He looked delightfully disheveled.
“Hey,” he said.
“Hi.” She dropped her hands, not having a hard time at all focusing on the moment in front of her.
“I…” He grinned uncomfortably. “Sorry, I had to make some calls…”
“Also, my house was a little intense there for a minute.”
He nodded. “That’s one way to put it.”
“They crashed, though. I’ll put them through a sugar detox for the next week so that doesn’t happen again…until the next time they go to their dad’s house.”
Jack stepped forward, to the edge of her doorframe. He leaned against it. Crossed his arms. “I don’t know what is allowed between us when the kids are here. I’m going to need some help navigating this.”
“Are you asking me for my help, Jack Gibson?”
He rolled his tongue along his bottom lip. “I am.”
“So…” She stretched her left leg to the side. “If the kids are asleep, we can still do things together—just quietly. With ample use of the door lock mechanisms. If they’re awake, we can’t show any PDA.”
“Got it.”
“I know what it is we’re doing here. They don’t.” April studied her fingernails. She should paint them tomorrow. Pale pink would be pretty. “I don’t want them to think there’s a chance you might stay longer or for them to get attached to someone else who will leave.”
“I’m on board with all of that.” He held the thread of their gazes together as he moved into the room, pushing the door closed and pressing the lock.
“Good,” she said, breathy as her heart pounded against her ribs.
“Is now a good time?” he asked.
“The best we’re going to get.” April chewed at her lips.
Jack was moving slower than usual, pulling his T-shirt over his head so his abs were fully exposed. She enjoyed his abs. She should probably take Kitty’s advice and lick them.
