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“What?”

She laughed. “Lucy told me he’s been over the last two nights.”

“It’s not like tha—”

“I know, chill,” she said with a sigh. “So he’s not such a bad guy, anymore?”

“I don’t think so…”

“Good, you could use a friend.”

“You make me sound pitiful.”

“You are pitiful.”

“I’m hanging up.”

“Love you. Tell the babies I love them.”

“I will. Love you.”

Perfect timing. The second I set my phone down on the counter, there was a knock on my door.

Elijah.

Wiping my hands on a dishtowel, I strode to the door. His man scent flooded my nostrils as I opened it. Someone showered before coming over again. I noticed his hair was still damp as he thrust the car out toward me. “Here you go.”

“It’s amazing,” I told him honestly, then waited to see what he planned to do next. He simply shifted his feet side to side and waited expectedly.

Sucking in a breath, I asked, “Would you like to come in?”

“Elijah!” Lucy screeched as she ran toward us. My daughter pushed past me and grabbed his hand. “Want to watch a movie?” He simply laughed and let her lead him inside.

Not even fighting my smile, I shut the door.