“I’ll say.”
Even in the shadows, I could see his eyes twinkle. “Not what I meant, but yeah. That was fun too.”
“When you said it’s been forever...” I shouldn’t have broached the subject. The air between us would get uncomfortable again. I’d leave on a bad note instead of a blissful glow.
“I don’t date much.” He flipped the covers. “Get in, June Bug.”
The intimacy of his invite rang a faint warning bell. But I gave in to the lure of not being alone for part of the night. I crawled in, fully dressed. He got in with me, keeping his shirt and sweats on. I rolled to my side so he could spoon me.
“You didn’t date because of the girls?” I asked.
“Something like that. Some complications I just don’t want to deal with. They have a good understanding of their mom. They’re accepting in a way I couldn’t’ve hoped for. But if I dated and it didn’t work out? Or worse, if I had to keep seeing the woman around? The girls too?”
“You mean like Annette?”
“You keep bringing her up.”
“You keep playing obtuse.”
He nuzzled his nose in my hair. “We help each other with the kids.”
“She’d help you just like I did.”
“Does she have songs to write?”
I laughed. “Now who’s the smart-ass?”
“I’m not interested in Annette,” he said softly.
Pleased, I relaxed. Being in his arms again was aforbidden treat I’d never thought I’d have again. His breathing evened out and his arm around me was loose. Was he asleep?
I should go.
Fatigue pulled at my eyelids. I’d had a mellow evening, a couple of drinks, and an orgasm, and I was in Rhys’s arms. I’d close my eyes, savor the moment, and then I’d leave.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Rhys
“Dad!”
Awareness poked at the edges of my consciousness. A soft, warm body was pressed next to me, tempting me to fall back asleep. This was heaven and I hadn’t gotten to hold heaven in my arms in a long damn time.
“Dad!”
The doorknob jiggled.
I jolted awake. June. Her moans. Her heat. Cuddling.
She was groaning awake, rolling over to face me. Her dreamy smile almost made me forget what a mess we were in. Her hair was tousled. Bed head.Mybed.
“Dad? Are you even here?” Bethany called from the other side of the door.
June’s eyes widened and she gasped.
I put my finger to her lips. “Yeah, I slept in,” I called through the door. “Do yourchores and?—”
“They’re done. We’re ready for school.” The knob jiggled again. “Your door is locked.”
