It can be crippling.
But it can be empowering too.
“Hey, Liv?” Waverly asks as the buzzer sounds on the guys’ game. This time, we’re watching from the couch instead of the arena. Rita is amazing, and I’m thankful for her help, but none of us have been open to leaving Maggie since her trip to the hospital. I’m not sure who’s more scarred from it, her or all the adults in her life.
Pretty sure the adults are winning.
“What’s up, Waves?” I ask, standing and grabbing the empty popcorn bowl and my tumbler of water.
“Are you and Logan going to move out?”
Oh... not what I was thinking she was going to ask.
Not that I actually had any clue what she was going to ask.
“We haven’t really talked about it yet, to be honest. We’re still just kind of getting our bearings.” Part of me feels like I’m just getting used to the idea of living here, and the other part of me still isn’t sure exactly where we stand.
We’ve talked about it, but have we reallytalkedabout everything?
“Well, for what it’s worth, I think you guys should stay here. It’s nice having another woman in the house.” She stands and follows me into the kitchen.
“Are you admitting you like me, Waverly?” I tease because she and I found our mutual ground weeks ago at this point.
“Maybe just a little,” she laughs, and Jasper walks in, grumbling something.
“Christ, Liv. You fishing for compliments now? Didn’t think that was your style, Adler.”
“It’s not.” I shrug and refill my tumbler. “Besides, I’m not sure you’d know how to give one if someone wrote it out for you.”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah. I know. I’m an asshole. But I’m an asshole who protects his family. And you weren’t family when you showed up here.”
“Is that right?” I grin. “And what about now?”
“Now I have two sisters to worry about. I’m going to bed.” He looks from Waverly to me and shakes his head like we drive him crazy. “Don’t forget we’re dropping off your car in the morning tomorrow, Liv. Nine a.m.”
“I remember,” I grumble.
The closest dealer is thirty minutes away.
Let’s see how I can work it without screwing up my entire day.
Hours later, I’m working in bed when Logan finally gets home from his game. And okay, so maybe I’m working in his jersey and my glasses and absolutely nothing else, but really, is there a better way to congratulate your husband on a win?
I think not.
He leans his shoulder against the door frame, and his eyes eat me up.
Damn, the look on his face is everything I was going for. “Hey there, Cap.”
“Cap?” He grins and strides into the room, kicking the door shut behind him. “Really?”
“You are the captain, aren’t you?” I ask with an extra flutter of my lashes as I move my MacBook to the nightstand. His jersey falls off my shoulder, and Logan’s eyes heat.
Bingo.
He shrugs off his jacket and unbuttons his shirt, then leans down, with his hands on either side of me, and presses a kiss to my lips. “Love seeing you in my jersey, baby.”
“Yeah?” I shove his shirt off his shoulders and unbuckle his belt, wanting him next to me in this bed. Where he belongs. “I may have gotten that impression, Adler.”
