Page 130 of Sinful King
“Your mommy is going to be okay. She needs to rest, but we’ll take you to see her tomorrow. That okay?”
Brynn nodded.
“That’s okay.”
I led her back to the guest room and once she fell asleep, I slipped out and closed the door behind me.
“Heard the elevator,” I said, meeting Sean in our bedroom after checking the living room. “You sent them away.”
He shook his head and patted the spot beside him on the bed.
“I gave them something to do. I’m only allowed to delegate, remember?”
I snorted and curled up beside him, exhausted even though the day hadn’t even really started.
“We both know you don’t listen. Eventually, you’ll find some way to do the exact opposite of delegating.”
He didn’t deny it and I hadn’t expected him too.
“Maybe we can give them this place once she’s fully recovered. I can’t let them go back to Pittsburgh. Brynn is going to need us.”
Sean hummed.
“We could take her if it comes down to it.”
I sat up.
“You’d take her in?”
He frowned and pulled me down again.
“I made a promise to protect. Can’t do that properly if she’s not close.”
Taking her from Lauren was the last thing I wanted to do, but it felt good to know he’d step up in that way. I knew it but hearing it was just so much better for my sudden worrisome heart.
“Called my ma,” he went on. “She’s coming here to help, so we can handle business without worrying about who’ll be with Brynn. It’s time to clean up this mess in one fell swoop.”
I nodded.
None of this would’ve happened if I’d killed my father right away, so it was time to write all the wrongs around us and move on.
By early afternoon, Caroline had arrived, got Brynn to warm up to her with a firm handshake and introduction.
Sean and I were at the church not long after; he helped me carry the box full of notebooks I’d kept with me since I was fifteen. I needed Blake to confirm something for me, and if he wanted us to work on our relationship then he’ll be honest.
“Need me to stay with you?” my suspicious husband asked, eyes damn near begging me to say yes.
I shook my head.
He couldn’t avoid his grandfather forever, just like I couldn’t avoid this.
“Give me a kiss,” I demanded, poking my lips out.
When he leaned forward just a tad, I met him the rest of the way and moaned a little when our lips met.
“You two do realize we’re in a church, right?” Blake asked after opening the door.
I cut my eyes at him.
