And that woman wasmadeto be a mom. The fact that she couldn’t have her own was an injustice that still pisses me off, because no one was better than my mom.
If she were here, she’d tell me to welcome Lena into my home, to take care of her and make her feel like she belongs. Hell, Mom would have spoiled the shit out of Lena.
It was just her way.
She’d have made fried chicken for dinner tomorrow, and Lena would have fallen in love with her.
Because everyone who knew my mom loved her.
“I think I brought a mess home,” I say to my parents. “I hope I don’t live to regret it. I don’t like bringing anything here that could hurt Wills or Ryker.”
So I need to make sure that doesn’t happen.
Clicking the keys on the computer, I bring up my cameras. They have night vision, and I arrow through, examining each one to make sure everything is as it should be. There’s a raccoon in front of camera three. Everything else is quiet.
I double-check all the alarms around the property, pleased when I see that everything is armed.
Movement in the doorway has me looking up, and the breath is stolen from my lungs.
Fucking hell, this is a bad idea.
Lena’s standing there in a pair of black yoga shorts and a loose T-shirt. Her hair is up in a knot on top of her head, and she’s washed her face.
It’s not a provocative look. The look on her face tells me that she’s not here to seduce me. She’s simply ready for bed.
So why is my cock suddenly awake?
“What’s up?” I ask her, glad that I’m sitting behind my desk.
“Can we order the supplies I need tonight? I’d like to get them as soon as possible.”
I open a browser window on the computer and take a deep breath before I stand, willing my cock to calm the fuck down, and gesture for her to have a seat.
“I can’t use my credit card,” she says, biting her lip as she approaches. She smells like oranges as she shuffles by me to sit down. “It can be traced.”
Smart girl.
“I’ll use mine.”
She shakes her head, but I stand firm.
“I’ll bill your mom, Lena. Don’t worry about it.”
“My supplies aren’t cheap.”
“Don’t worry about it,” I tell her again, and walk away. I don’t need to hover over her while she shops online, and I have to get away from her heat, her scent. “Do you want some tea? I’m going to make some.”
“Sure. That would be great. Thank you.”
I take my time in the kitchen. I’ve said that I don’t want her here because of the potential dangers associated with her, and I can’t have any of that touch the people I love.
Iwon’t.
But it’s more than that.
I’m fucking drawn to that woman. It’s like she’s a goddamn magnet. Starting literallyanythingwith her is out of the fucking question.
And I need to remember that.
