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I stared at him.
He blinked for a long moment and nodded. “Okay, I have something to do with it, but you could have—”
“I wanted to, but she asked for more time. I should have—”
“No. It happened the way it did. It’s Mick’s life, and I have to trust her to know what she wants.”
I cocked a brow. “That sounds like something Ivy would say.”
Nickel dipped his chin down an inch. “She bent my ear after we left the hospital.”
“Do you mean it?” I asked.
“Yeah. I suspected you cared about her for a while. Like Ricochet said, she deserves someone so devoted to her.”
I tipped my head toward the townhouse. “You should let her hear you say that.”
“No. It’s too soon. I’ll swing by tomorrow morning. Gives us both time to get some rest.”
As much as that made sense, I was still suspicious. “Do you mean to put me in the middle?”
He grinned. “With triplets, one of us is always in the middle, but no. I want you and I to be on the level first.”
This seemed manipulative to me, but I couldn’t dispute his logic either.
“Your parents are in there. You could—”
“No. I texted Mom half an hour ago. She thinks I should wait, too.”
I shrugged. “Mothers know best.”
“Yeah. See you tomorrow.”
Chapter 31
Kissing Up
Mickayla
The doctor told me not to lift anything heavy for at least three weeks, and that I had to be careful bending over for the next week. No heavy lifts would make waiting tables difficult, but I had expected to have the no-bending in the bag.
Not so much, as it turned out.
It amazed me how frequently I bent over.
I padded out to Tundra’s living room and saw him in the kitchen starting a pot of coffee. “This ‘no bending over’ thing sucks.”
He aimed a feeble smile at me. “Baby, you drop something, I can get it for you.”
“You say that now.”
His smile grew. “Sit down. I’ll bring you something to drink.”
I was settled on his leather sofa with a waffle-weave throw blanket when the doorbell rang.
“Are my parents here this early?” I asked.
“Don’t know, but with a seven-hour drive, I could see Gamble wanting to get moving.”
