Page 81 of The Only Heart that Matters
“It’s okay. I told Daisy everything when you dropped me off. We can talk about it in front of her.”
My hackles go up, ready to battle Daisy, because of course she’s going to have something to say about me screwing her best friend all night while she babysat.
Eerily, she remains mute. It’s out of character for her. I don’t trust it. If she’s known for three weeks, why hasn’t she hunted me down and busted my balls?
“So... what exactly did you two talk about?” I don’t dare say too much before I know the details.
“My mom,” she whispers.
A surge of disappointment waves through me. Of course, she wasn’t talking about our night together. She was talking about her mom. She meant what she said when she told me she couldn’t do it again. That she didn’t want her heart to get involved. But I’m the asshole whose heart has always been involved and thought our night together meant more to her than the bullshit Rhen brought up.
I’m an idiot.
Of course, Rhen’s comments rocked her.
“Right. So, you doing okay?”
“I don’t know. I mean, I don’t want to believe it’s true, but it explains the sudden move to the other side of the country, when they had never talked about retiring anywhere but here.”
“Are you going to say anything to her?”
“No. I figure it’s their relationship and really none of my business. And hopefully, it’s not true. Can you imagine if I confronted her about it and it wasn’t true?”
“Makes sense.”
Her eyes meet mine and I can see her heartbreak. “I hate that part of me believes it. And if it’s true, I hate to think of how much it hurt Dad. I’m not sure I’ll ever look at them the same again.”
With my arm not holding her son, I pull her into my side. “I’m sorry, Goof.” On instinct, I kiss her on the top of her head. She turns her body into me, so her cheek is on my chest and her hand goes back to rubbing Sawyer on the back.
The three of us fit.
But one look from my sister and I know I’ll have a lot to talk about in my therapy appointment with Dr. Laughlin tomorrow.
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Angus
Her long hair tickles my chest. Her kisses brand my skin as they make their way over my abs, on their way to my cock, where I know the heat of her mouth will bring me to my knees in seconds flat. Her tongue traces the vein on the underside of my length before it licks circles around the tip, lapping up the pre-cum waiting for her.
The vibration from her humming around me elicits a growl from deep in my chest, causing her to giggle before taking me to the back of her throat. Bright blue eyes order me to watch her take me. My hand fists her dark hair —
BANG!
A loud noise accompanied by a strange hissing sound wakes me from my dream. Unable to see anything in the dark, I jump out of bed, naked as the day I was born, and flip on the lights. At first, as my eyes adjust to the light, I can’t figure out where the sound of rushing water is coming from. Walking toward thekitchen, I don’t need my eyes to figure it out. The icy cold water lapping at my bare feet tells me all I need to know.
The pipes under the kitchen sink have burst, and there’s water everywhere.
Fuck!
Rushing back to the bed, I pull on the shorts I had left on the floor and dial Cal, putting the phone on speaker.
“What the fuck, Gus? It’s one in the morning. You okay?”
“Dude, so sorry to wake you, but I have a situation. The kitchen pipe burst. There’s water fucking everywhere.”
“Shit, okay. I’m on my way. You need to turn the main waterline off and disconnect your appliances.”
“Roger. Thanks, man.”
