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“I should be finished up at the garage around four. Does that—we’ll plan on meeting after that. At your office.” One dark brow lifted, the question mark at the end of her statement.
“If something changes, I’ll let you know.”
“I left my ponytail holder upstairs. Mind if—I’m going to get it.”
“By all means.” I spread my arm toward the entry to the kitchen.
As soon as she was out of the room, I grabbed a sleeve of crackers and stuck them in her purse, along with another banana. Blake smiled, and I tickled his stomach.
“What’s so funny, little man?”
“It’s fine for you to talk to him in questions, but not me?”
I spun around, and she bit her lip.
“I didn’t even realize I did it.”
She gave me a quick rundown of everything in Blake’s bag. “Call me . . . aboutanything.”
“Thank you for not insinuating I’m a dumbass.” I patted her cheek, and she scowled.
“I never said you weren’t, shithead asshole fucker.”
My ears got hot. “You frustrate the hell out of me.”
“The feeling is completely mutual.”Yet you leave your son with me. . . and I didn't mind at all. I was nuts.
I drew in a calming breath. “Let’s go before we kill each other.”
Chapter Fifteen
Marlow
“Where are you?”
Holt switched off the vacuum that was running in my hand, but I’d stopped moving.
“Why’d you do that?”
“Because you were just standing there. You okay?”
“Why does everybody keep asking me that? Of course I’m okay.”
I couldn’t stop thinking about the scene on Patrick’s bed. My pillow—no,thepillow—I’d used the night before last lay lengthwise in the center of the mattress. Like he’d been hugging it. Like he’d been hugging me. But why? How could such an infuriating man, who enticed me with his seduction when he wanted to but aggravated me beyond despair all other times, have wanted my pillow within his arms? It didn’t make sense. This whole shit-show of my life didn’t make sense.
“Lunch is here.”
“Is Dad?”
“No, Baker brought it.” He was halfway to the door when he turned around. “Did you upset him?”
I planted a hand on my hip. “For your information, I did not upsethim.”
He looked at me expectantly, but gave up and disappeared.
I pulled out my phone and dialed the person I couldn’t seem to stay away from.
“Everything okay?” Patrick answered.
