Page 220 of A Song for You

I, on the other hand, take a long sip before replying, enjoying the way she surveys me while she waits for the details.

When she lets out an exaggerated sigh and taps an imaginary watch on her wrist, I laugh.

“It was good.”

“Girl, I did not get up early and take my fat ass to your favorite coffee shop only to hear that it was good.” She gives me a withering look. “Tell me everything.”

“So dramatic.” I giggle.

Her eyes bulge and her chin dips in exasperation.

“It was…” I sigh, remembering the way Jay and Chloe got on yesterday. The way he held me in the kitchen. The way he kissed me against the door. How he affirmed my role as a mother and told me he’s obsessed with me, that one day he hopes our home will be his. “Perfect.”

Sophie wears a knowing smile. “Oh, you are so falling for him again.”

I push my tongue against my teeth, but my smile can’t be hidden. “Shut up.”

“You’re falling for your future husband.”

“I should fucking hope so,” Jay rasps from the door. The cocky grin he sports when my eyes snap to him has me full-on beaming.

“Morning,” I say, hiding behind my coffee cup and drinking up the delicious way he looks today.

He watches my perusal of him, smiling like the smug bastard he is.

He’s in a navy blue suit today. The color makes his eyes glow, and that blond hair that drives me wild is already falling forward. He makes his way into my office with two take-out boxes in hand. “Thought maybe we could have breakfast together,” he says, pressing a soft kiss against my lips. The way he approaches me, as if he has every right to, as if this is the new normal, makes my heart skip a beat.

My eyes find his as he pulls back, and I savor his soft smile. “Good morning.”

The skin around his eyes crinkles. “It’s a great morning if I start it like this, beautiful.” He kisses me softly again and only pulls away when Sophie clears her throat.

“I’ll give you two some privacy,” she teases. “But you owe me lunch, Cat.” She points at me and stands, smoothing her skirt as she does.

“Sounds good. Thanks for the coffee,” I add, holding it up.

“Oh,” she says, turning in the doorway, “do you want Dexter to pick up Chloe from school and bring her right to our house so you don’t have to go back and forth before your date?”

The growl that rumbles through Jay’s chest is hard to miss. I press my hand to his cheek and massage away the scowl but keep my attention on Sophie. “Yeah, that works. Thanks.”

“And what are the plans for her birthday this weekend?”

Sucking in a breath, I glare at my best friend, but she looks on innocently while Jay’s piercing eyes burn a hole in my face.

“It’s her birthday this weekend?” His voice is all gravel. “Fuck,” he mutters under his breath and takes a step back. “I don’t even know when my own daughter was born.”

“September fifteenth,” I whisper. “She was overdue.”

“I’ll just—” Soph points to the hall and then disappears.

Jay slumps into the chair, still holding the boxes in his lap. He’s wearing the saddest frown I’ve ever seen and looks so lost. “I’ve missed so much.”

Biting the inside of my cheek, I give him a minute to come to terms with it all.

He clears his throat. “Can I—” But he doesn’t finish the sentence.

“Can you what?”

“Can I celebrate with you?”