“It’s really nice. I’m glad Hazel convinced us to move here with her.”
“That’s awesome. We were happy to finally see the house occupied again.” Jade waved over to her husband who was coming down their driveway, toddler in tow. “It was such an eyesore before Hazel got it fixed up.”
“She’s pretty amazing like that.” And she was. Sometimes I wondered if her Precognition helped her see the potential of the houses and people around her. She could always squeeze lemonade out of the sourest lemon.
I took my phone out from the cupholder on my stroller and sent off another message.
I don’t care how good the sex is, Haze. If I don’t hear from you by tomorrow, I’m going to go into full-on panic mode.
Just as I went to slip it into the cupholder, it buzzed.Finally, she’d gotten her phone charged or something.Relief washed through me. I’d missed her so much these last few days.
Lynx
Glad you came today!
While my heart sank at no update on Hazel, I couldn’t stifle the flutter at my fingertips or the smile on my lips. I couldn’t believe he’d already texted me. Class had basically just ended, and he was out of sight, but he’d thought to sendmea message. Not that my intrigue would go anywhere but it was nice to pretend.
I will definitely be back, but I may need to wait a week to recover.
My nonexistent stomach muscles and legs were cramping. I regretted everything about that workout…aside from the eye candy.
Lynx
Haha
Fair enough.
How’s unpacking?
I thought back to the cardboard city in my living room and grimaced. There was no way I was going to make much of a dent in it before Atlas came into town.
Unproductive.
Hopefully Hazel would turn up before then—I needed her here so I wasn’t on edge the whole visit more than usual. She understood why I’d made the decision to turn down his proposal and then, months later, finally come out to Washington.
I needed her.
Lynx
Why don’t I come by tomorrow and help? I’m free in the afternoon.
The thought of being alone with Lynx forhourshad heat creeping along my collarbone. My mind wandered to all sorts of scenarios I had no business contemplating. Not that it mattered. The last thing he’d want to deal with was a postpartum single mom with baggage.
Sure. Thanks!
Fortunately, Aspen would be there. No easier way to keep the naughty thoughts at bay than having an infant attached to you and likely being covered in spit-up and Goddess only knew what else.
Just text first so I can unlock the door for you in case Aspen is sleeping.
Lynx
Sure thing.
“Next,” a rich yet gravelly voice called from the coffee truck’s window. “What can I get started for you?”
His short black hair was shaved close to his head, a small crescent-shaped bald spot parallel to his right ear, and he wore a fitted evergreen Henley that I realized, when he handed me the menu, matched his eyes. His well-trimmed stubble framed the sharp angle of his umber jaw. “Do you know what you want?”
My throat went dry.
