AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“Not having sex with me.”
“Yeah. I want to make sure you’re recovered.”
“Iam.”
“I’ll decide that tomorrow. Go to sleep. You’re tired.”
Annoyingly, he’s right. I don’t stay awake long enough to bother him about whether this is because he admitted to having feelings—thatyes—or because he’s genuinely concerned I might have made myself sick again.
In the morning, the twins go to school, and we go to work. Will stays on his side of the building all day. Greg goes overboard with making sure I’m up to everything in the office. Once he’s sure that I am, he gives me rapid-fire assignments.
It’s…not bad, actually. It feels like preparation for a real job.Thereal job. The one I could have, that could keep me and the twins together and happy, and Will—
Well. Will in the same building. And for now, at least, Will at home.Another week,he said, late last night as I was falling asleep.I want to make sure they don’t come around again.
After work, we pick up the twins from school and go home.
Go to his apartment, I mean.
Thinking of it as home is probably a mistake, no matter what he calls it. My body is back online after whatever nightmare strain of strep throat that was, and Iwanthim. I want him when he changes out of his work clothes and into soft jeans. I want him even more when he makes waffles for dinner.
Will looks at me across the table and lifts a bite of waffle to his lips.
Eating waffles isn’t sexy. But the way he curls his tongue around his fork—
Holy shit.
What is hedoing? Trying to drive me out of my mind? I guess I did, technically, challenge him at the office.
Tonight. Tonight is when I have sex with the real Will Leblanc, and not in an office chair, and not bent over a sink. In his bedroom.
Except, at the end of dinner, his phone vibrates in the kitchen. Will’s head snaps toward the sound.
“Dishes,” says Ben. He and Mia race each other to collect all the plates and silverware and put them in Will’s fancy dishwasher, which they think was invented for a space station.
“No, Ben. Here.” Mia slides a plate into the rack. Ben hovers over her, supervising. Will stands near the kitchen counter, head bowed over his phone, a frown on his face. His thumbs fly over the screen.
“I’ll finish this, guys. Done with homework?”
“Yes,” Mia says, staring directly into my eyes. That’s how I know she’s lying.
“Go finish it.” I pat the top of her head. “Then you can play Minecraft.”
“You can’t do that face,” Ben says to her as they leave. “It’s really obvious.”
“I did the right face,” she hisses back. “Help me with math.”
Will’s gone still, reading something on the screen. His fingers move again. I can hear the subtle vibrations of the texts coming in. He doesn’t look up when I move to finish putting the dishes in the dishwasher.
He still doesn’t move when I go to lean on the counter next to him.
“What’s happening?”
“Nothing.”
“Mr. Leblanc.”
His eyes snap to mine, and there’s real worry in his face. My stomach turns. It could be something with the apartment. The security guy he hired. Anything.
