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Knowing she was there, just a few feet away… so sweet… so sexy…
I ground my teeth together and groaned as the first hot blast spilled over my fist and landed on the shower floor. My hips bucked one, two, three more times as the water washed away the evidence of my arousal.
My legs were weak. I was panting. My whole body felt like it had been turned inside out by the intensity of my orgasm.
I was completely exhausted and on the verge of collapsing, but I was happy. I was smiling.
My girl—our girl—was here. My world was perfect.
Chapter 12
Daisy Lynn
Ihonestly wasn’t sure how long I’d spent at Cole’s house. I’d been so out of it that it could have been days or weeks. He’d been so amazing about the whole thing, never once even hinting that he wanted me out of his space—and that was after giving me his bed for lord only knew how long.
But even though I was pretty sure he would have let me stay as long as I wanted, I had finally started feeling well enough to start getting back to my normal life.
We’d said our goodbyes that morning, and I had packed my things to head back to Janessa’s ranch. I’d talked to her and Becca almost every day that I’d been at Cole’s, but I still missed both of them.
So why, then, did I agree for Prescott to come pick me up from Cole’s and take me to his own house instead?
Janessa would probably be annoyed with me, but I also hoped she’d understand once she realized how I felt. I just… wasn’t ready to say goodbye to my guys. Even if it was only to go back across town, it still felt too real, too final. I had almost cried that morning when I’d seen Cole off to work with a kiss and a long hug.
Now I’d at least get to see him again this evening at Prescott’s when he was finished with his shift. And as a bonus, I’d get to spend the afternoon alone with Prescott—something that hadn’t really happened since that crazy, eventful night we’d had on our first date.
“Everything okay?” Prescott asked as he ushered me from his truck to the front door. “You seem awfully quiet today.”
I smiled, but I knew there really wasn’t any point in denying it. He and Cole had seen me at my best and my worst, and after being together twenty-four-seven for however many days, they had become pretty good at reading my moods.
“Just thinking about a lot of things,” I said as we stepped inside his house. “About how strange life can be sometimes. When I first came here, it was just to visit with Janessa for a few days. I never could have imagined meeting you and Cole—or any of the other things that have happened since then.”
He pulled out a chair for me at the table and went to get me a glass of water—again knowing what I wanted before I’d even had a chance to say it out loud. Once he was seated in the chair next to me, his always-serious expression grew even more thoughtful.
“I know what you mean. If someone would have told me a few weeks ago that I’d be meeting a woman who would make me rethink my plans to stay single, I would have laughed in their face.” A half-smile crossed his lips as he shrugged. “But here we are.”
“Can I ask you a question?”
He nodded. “Anything. Always.”
“You were married before, right?” I nibbled at my lip. I wasn’t sure why I was so nervous to ask about his past, especially after he’d just said I could ask anything. But he was always so reserved, the epitome of the strong, silent type. I’d gotten the impression that talking about his feelings wasn’t something Prescott Lane loved to do. “Sorry if that’s too personal,” I added. “I just was wondering if that’s why you said you’d planned on staying single.”
There.
Not the most eloquent way of asking, but now the question was out there. However he chose to answer—or whether he answered at all—was completely up to him.
“I was married, yes,” he said, nodding slowly as he turned to look out the window. “We’ve been divorced long enough that I should be over it—and I am. Over her, I mean…”
“But…” I prodded gently. I couldn’t help it. He’d gone from strong and silent to open and vulnerable in an instant.
“But it wasn’t just her. We had—have—a son together. Raised him for the first two years of his life. And then…” He swallowed hard and took a deep breath, then waited several more seconds before he continued. “And then during the divorce proceedings, it came out that Timmy—our son—wasn’t mine. I’m not his father.”
I felt my mouth drop open. I was shocked. He looked like he was on the verge of tears, and I wanted so badly to reach out and hug him, but I was frozen in place. “Wow, Prescott,” I whispered. “I’m so sorry.”
He took another deep breath as he scrubbed a hand down his face. Finally, he turned back to look at me and tried to force a smile, but I could still see the sadness in his eyes.
“Don’t be sorry. I’m glad you asked. I would have had to tell you eventually.”
“Thank you for trusting me enough to tell me.” I reached out and put a hand on his leg. I wasn’t sure if he was ready for a full-blown hug yet, but I couldn’t stand not comforting him at least a little. “I know that had to be hard. I can’t even begin to imagine what you must have gone through during that time.”
