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I observed the house as I walked through it, trying to take in all the tiny details before Bexley came out and noticed that I was obviously snooping.
Hardwood floors ran under my feet, softened by beige throw rugs. Nicely accented mirrors hung on different walls, with green branch-like things and flowers attached. A nice side table sat under a large rectangular mirror; it was bare except for her purse, a charger, some medication bottles, and a few bills. I made sure Cole couldn’t see me as I leaned over to see the status of her accounts.
Past due…all of them…
Guess Logan isn’t doing his fucking job.
A basketball, a black helmet, and a pair of knee pads—or elbow pads, something that probably belonged to Cole—sat on the floor next to the little table. Moving further into the house, I noticed family pictures along the walls, but they were only of Bexley and the kids, or just the kids… none of Logan.
Her living room was modest but cozy, which had a small smile turning my lips up for some reason. This place suited Bexley; it seemed like a comfortable little haven, just her and the kids against the world.
“Hey, sorry about that,” I heard Bexley say, coming from somewhere down the hall.
She must have stopped in the kitchen, because I couldn’t see her yet. “No problem,” I replied toward the direction she seemed to be in.
A second later, her white-blonde hair came into view. It was curled, a side piece fastened with a black hair pin. Her blue eyes were lined with dark liner, her pink lips glistened with gloss, and her white tank hugged her, complete with that little V cut in the material, giving a small glimpse of tanned skin. My eyes lowered to her skintight jeans, ripped at the knees, showing more of that skin; then they traveled further, down to her bare feet and painted toes.
I nearly swallowed my tongue. She was stunning. I hadn’t seen her in anything but a work uniform, pajamas, or casual jean shorts since coming back into contact with her—not that she didn’t look stunning in those outfits as well, butdamn.
She put every woman I’d ever dated for any length of time to shame.
She was perfect. I mean, she always had been, and this, seeing her like this, just proved she always would be.
Ten fucking years away from this and my heart still slammed in uneven beats with desperation.I want her.
“Oh my gosh, you brought flowers?” she exclaimed, cutting across the living room. Her rosebud scent caught in my nose, nearly drawing out a guttural groan from me.
Fuck.
It felt like someone had reached into my head and tugged out all my memories of Bexley, scattering them around like confetti. All the pain-laced images I’d been careful to tuck away were suddenly swirling around as her scent invaded my senses.
Instead of refusing them, like I so often did, I indulged. Thoughts of pushing her up against the wall, shoving my nose to her skin, and inhaling her while I licked my way up her body filled my head, which wasn’t conducive to functioning around the company we had.
Clearing my throat, I said, “For the diva of the house.”
Bexley smiled while eyeing the card on the side of the flowers. “Oh man, she’s going to flip when she sees these.”
Her eyes turned up, her lips slung to the side. I wanted to kiss her. I took a step closer to her on instinct, but Bella ran out a second later, breaking the moment.
“Prince!” Bella jumped into my arms.
Her tiny, golden curls bounced against her back as she adjusted her pink crown.
“Hey, heard you were a professional singer!” I joked, arranging my arms to better fit around her massive princess dress.
“Yeah, but only for Cole, cause he’s hurt.” Her little voice rasped and lisped the Rs and Ls.
“Would you guys want to go to dinner and maybe get ice cream tonight?” I asked.
Cole sat up, yelling his response. “Yeah!”
Still holding Bella, I looked over at Bexley, who quickly glanced away, swiping at her face.
“Let’s head out, guys.” She cleared her throat, walking toward the door. We followed after her while she locked up; I walked toward my SUV, opening the door for the kids.
“I need my booster,” Bella said, pointing toward her mom’s minivan. Bexley walked toward her older-than-shit car and opened the side door at the same moment I spoke.
“I,…um, actually I bought one for you.”
