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Four hours later, I sat in Shawn’s room playing with him. Between the four of us, we got Dorian’s boxes out of the U-Haul and portable storage in pretty decent time. She treated us all to an early dinner as a thank you. Her townhouse was nice. Three stories, in a gated community and a perfect location in town. It suited her well.
It was strange to miss having her around already. Even as I sat playing with Shawn, stacking blocks only to have him giggle when he knocked them down, the uneasy feeling began to coil around me. Prickling sensations ran through my body as my heart rate picked up speed. Being here, alone, the house felt both too big, yet confining at the same time.
I didn’t want to stay, and I knew I didn’t have to.
Chapter 49
Malcolm
I pulled into my driveway and hit the button for the garage. At first, I was confused when I saw tires, but a smile spread across my face when I realized whose car was parked there. I’d been bummed when Ginger declined to have dinner with me tonight. I’d planned on calling her to see if she wanted to hang out later, but here she was. I parked, grabbed my takeout from the front seat, and headed into the house.
Laughter greeted me when I walked in. Ginger ran around acting like a monster or something, chasing Shawn. She stopped when she saw me.
“Hey.”
“Hey yourself.”
Shawn ran over, raising his arms so I could pick him up.
“I called first this time but—”
“I left my phone,” I finished for her as I walked over to give her a quick kiss.
“Yeah, I heard it buzz when I texted you after I got here.” She reached up to take Shawn from me. “Come here, you. Let Malcolm eat.”
My gaze dropped to watch her ass as she walked away. “Dorian’s gone now. Happy about that?”
She shrugged. “I suppose. Her new place is nice.”
Shawn walked back over to me as I took a seat at the island. I bent down to pick him up, gave him a fry. “You ‘suppose?’ Thought you’d be popping champagne bottles to celebrate.”
She started picking up some of the toys laying around. “Yeah, I thought so too, but the house felt empty. Crazy, right?”
“More,” Shawn said, leaning forward trying to get another fry.
“I promise I fed him.”
I gave him two this time. “No problem. Growing boy needs to eat. Have you been upstairs?”
She shook her head. “No, why?”
“I put together his crib and even decorated it.”
Shawn wiggled to get down so he could follow behind his mother when she left the room. I got up to follow her up the stairs.
“Looks good, doesn’t it?” I was quite proud of the Carolina Panthers bedding I’d managed to find. “I ordered a Fathead for the wall, should be here next week. Along with a few other things to complete the theme.”
“A what?”
“A Fathead. A large, life-like decal. It’s awesome.”
She laughed.
I put Shawn down, and he walked over to the crib, attempting to climb up the bars.
“Looks like he likes it.”
“I guess so. You’re trying to make him into a Panthers fan?”
