Chapter 14 #2
My heartbeat races at the thought of sleeping arrangements for me. I hadn’t thought of this. Of course, I’ll sleep on the sofa, but why does Siggy think I’ll sleep with Boone? What did he tell her?
My insides wither.
“Hey, Mom,” Wade says from the doorway. “There’s a lady here from Halcyon. Ellie, I think? She said you have an order of children’s clothes that she’s delivering, and I don’t know what to tell her.”
Siggy stands. “Ah, yes. I’ll take care of that.” She slips out the door, her heels clicking on the tile down the hallway.
Wade turns to follow her. Rosie lunges forward.
“Can I see your watch?” she asks him.
He looks at me, his brow furrowed. “Sure.” He stretches his arm out for Rosie. She touches the face. “I like it.”
“Thanks,” he says.
He pulls his arm back. “I’m Wade.”
“I’m Rosie.” Rosie steps toward him.
He looks down at her like a caged animal. She smiles up and moves right along with him.
“Well, okay then …” Wade tries to sidestep her and fails.
“Okay then,” Rosie repeats, sticking right with him.
Wade backs out into the hall, looking at me warily. I just laugh.
“Hey,” Rosie says to him.
“Um, hey, what?” Wade says back.
“Do you like dogs?”
“I guess.”
“I like dogs,” she says as they disappear from my sight.
The moment I’m alone, the adrenaline from meeting everyone is stripped from me. My body aches with stress, and suddenly, the weight of the past few days sits ripely on my heart.
I run a hand down my face as I try to talk myself down from the proverbial ledge.
This is going to be fine. You can trust them. Take things one day at a time.
I walk to the window and look outside. The afternoon is bright and sunny. Children play on the sidewalk. Beautiful houses and fabulous cars line the street.
It’s a picture-perfect vision.
One I don’t belong in.
This isn’t my reality. I screwed up and landed here by accident—quite literally.
I press my thumb to the inside of my elbow.
Use this as a springboard, be grateful, and get out of here before they see you for what you are.
My nail bites into my skin, and I wince at the pain.
“Hey.” Boone’s voice makes me turn.
He’s leaned against the doorframe, one long leg crossed over the other. He knows whatever I was thinking isn’t nice. I can tell by the way he holds his face.
“What are you thinking?” he asks.
I don’t tell him because I know what he’ll say. We’ve been through this.
Instead, I give him the best smile I can manage.
“Your family is great,” I say.
“They are.”
I wait for him to expound on that, but he doesn’t.
“How do they just accept people so easily?” I ask. “You would think they’ve known me and Rosie forever.”
He pushes off the doorway. Standing in front of me, he peers down.
“You didn’t answer my question,” he says.
“By design.”
“Why?”
I sigh. “I don’t know what I’m thinking, to be honest. I don’t know what to think. It’s like all of this stuff happened in my life at one moment.” I take a deep breath. “I think about it and how you, a man I didn’t know, were there to help me pick up the pieces. It’s wild, don’t you think?”
“Not really.”
I make a face. “How can this work out so perfectly?”
How can you be so perfect?
My stomach flip-flops at the predicament I’m in.
Having Boone and the whole Mason clan to lean on is a prayer I didn’t even have the guts to pray.
Yet they aren’t my family. They don’t owe me a thing.
Their kindness and willingness to include Rosie and me in their lives can be withdrawn as readily as it was given.
As glorious as this afternoon has been, I know that losing this would hurt more than not having it.
For Rosie.
And for me.
It’s a double-edged sword.
“My grandma Annabelle used to say that nothing happens by accident. Holt just reminded me of that,” he says, his voice gruffer than usual. “That’s how it can work out so perfectly, as you say.”
He’s so wide that I can’t see around him. He’s so tall I can’t see over him. He’s so all-consuming that I can’t focus on anything but him.
I should say something to use as a defense. It would be smart to throw up a few quick roadblocks because I can guess where he’s going with this. But the intensity in his eyes, mixed with the sincerity that routinely takes my breath away, has me rendered speechless.
“If nothing happens by accident,” he says, “that means everything that happens is purposeful.”
My blood begins to pound through my veins.
He takes a step closer to me.
“And that means you dropped into my life for a reason,” he says.
“I dropped into your life because you don’t lock your windows,” I say, hoping he’ll get distracted from where this is going.
He doesn’t. His eyes just burn hotter.
“I’m going to be honest—I don’t know what to think either. I like having you here,” he says quietly. “I liked having you here before Rosie, but I like her too. I can’t explain it. It doesn’t make a whole lot of sense, but I do.”
It doesn’t make sense knowing the risks, but I like being here too. It feels safe. It’s easy. He’s wonderful. But that doesn’t mean it’s anything I should put stock in—especially when everything is so new.
“It’s only been a couple of days, Boone. Let’s give it time.”
He nods. “Yes, let’s.”
I don’t know what that means. I’m afraid to think about it. He’s talking out of his ass, if he means what I think he means.
What on earth would he do with Rosie and me?
Maybe we can be friends. Maybe we can even be fuck buddies at some point once I figure out this new role in my life, but that’s not now.
It can’t be.
That would be insane.
He takes a step closer, cutting the distance between us in half. I can feel his chest moving as he breathes. The energy wafting off him in continuous waves makes me dizzy.
He reaches up and touches my chin. His fingers zap my skin, sending sparks all the way to my toes.
“You better be careful,” I whisper. “There is a house full of people out there.”
A slow, sly smile splits his cheeks.
My throat burns as I nearly pant at the feel of his hand against my face.
“Should I close the door?” he asks.
“You still haven’t learned to lock things?”
He chuckles, his chest rumbling next to mine.
I’m playing a dangerous game here, but I can’t help myself. I like this. I like him.
I’ve never had a man touch me this gently or be so sweet to me. I’ve never felt so seen, so heard, so worthy of communication. I’ve never had someone believe in me so effortlessly. Genuinely. It’s surreal.
It turns out that great shoulders, a sexy back, and an excellent smile aren’t my kryptonite. It’s respect.
Who knew?
Our breathing quickens. My pulse races. His fingers dip into my cheek.
“Boone …”
All of the reasons I shouldn’t do this disappear, and all I can think about is being whisked away from the problems in my life by Boone’s lips.
I want that.
I need that.
He dips his head toward mine, and I tilt my mouth to meet his. His eyes penetrate mine with a sweet heat that makes me moan well before any contact has been made.
I can feel the heat of his breath. The spiciness of his cologne sweeps through my senses.
A small gasp slips by my lips just before his mouth reaches mine.
Oh, my gosh.
I close my eyes and then—
“Boone!” Rosie’s voice billows down the hallway and into the room.
Boone’s fingers press into my cheeks as our eyes fly open.
We part as though we are the children and are being caught by our parents.
“That kid …” He chuckles. “I’m in here!”
Her feet patter against the floor before she rounds the corner and launches herself against Boone’s leg. She looks up at me with chocolate all over her face.
She giggles. “Wade gave me chocolate!”
Boone pats her on the head. “We can tell.”
“Why don’t we go make sure you get some vegetables for once?” I say, picking her up.
She kicks her legs. “I want to play.”
“You need something good to eat,” I tell her, ignoring the heat of Boone’s stare.
I start out of the room. Boone tugs on my shirt.
I look over my shoulder at him.
“Did I overstep?” he whispers.
I consider his question.
It’s better that we didn’t kiss. It’ll only make things murkier. Still, since we didn’t, I guess I can be honest.
“Sadly, no.” I shrug as his eyes go wide. “Now we’re going to get some food.”
He growls behind me and I laugh as we leave him in Rosie’s room.
I carry Rosie toward the commotion in the kitchen and think about what Boone said about his grandma. My grandma had words of wisdom too.
She used to say that if things seemed too good to be true, they usually are.
I hope to God that she’s wrong this time.