AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“What if I have a very active imagination?”
“Then, we’re going to have a very long, satisfying night.”
Warmth spreads from my stomach down to my core where wetness gathers in my panties. Oh my. No man has caused me to get wet merely from speaking. What will Fender do when he gets me into his bed? And how long do I have to wait?
My phone buzzes in my back pocket and I jump in surprise. I giggle at myself before digging my phone out. I frown when I read the screen.
“It’s the community center.”
I walk away to answer the phone, but Fender follows me and shuts the door behind him.
“Hello,” I answer.
“I’m sorry, Leia, but I’m afraid Isla’s sick. Can you pick her up?” Cedar, the director of the community center, asks.
“Of course. I’m on my way.”
I hang up and rush to the front door. Fender stops me.
“What’s happening? Where are you going?”
I yank my arm away from him. “Isla. She’s sick.”
He grasps my hand and laces my fingers through his. “Come on. We’ll get there faster in the Hummer.”
I give in since he’s right. We’re at the community center in a little over a minute. I jump out of the Hummer before Fender can help me. I sprint to the front door with him on my heels.
“Where is she?” I ask when I enter the building.
The place is crowded with kids in their pajamas. I scan the room but I don’t see her anywhere. Panic begins to crawl up my throat.
“There she is.” Fender points to my daughter helping Storm out of the bathroom.
I rush to her. “Get your things.”
“I’ll get them,” Fender offers.
Isla glances back and forth between me and Fender. “Hold on. Why are you getting my things? What’s wrong? Did someone die?”
“You’re sick. I’m taking you home.”
“I’m not sick. Storm is.” She scowls at her friend. “I told you not to eat the entire roll of cookie dough.”
“Do you need us to take Storm home?” Fender asks while I’m still trying to process my daughter’s words. She’s not sick? She’s okay?
“My mom’s here.” Storm waves to Honor who is hurrying toward us.
“Sorry about this,” Honor says as she helps Storm away.
I place a palm over Isla’s forehead. “You’re certain you’re feeling okay?”
She swats my hand away. “I’m fine.”
“Do you want to come home or stay here?” I ask.
“I have other friends here.” She motions to a group of girls huddled on top of their sleeping bags in a far corner.
“You sure?” Fender asks before I have a chance to. “We can watch a movie together.”
