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“Do you want dinner first?”
He shakes his head and I know I caused this with my determination to keep my heart safe. I made him pull away when things had been perfect between us but it was that perfection I didn’t trust.
“Just leave me anything you don’t eat in the fridge. I’ll have it later.”
I watch him walk away, the slope of his shoulders heavy and weighted.
I listen as Eric talks all the way through dinner, his constant chatter only penetrating the peripherals of my mind.
“Well?”
Finally, I look up realizing I have no idea what he said. “Well, what?”
“Can I stay at Aunt Heather’s again this weekend?”
I frown. Heather has been absolutely wonderful to Eric and me, throwing her affectionate arms open wide to us, but I don’t want to take advantage. I already feel bad about us pulling the wool over her eyes. She’ll be crushed when we get divorced.
“We’ll see.”
“Cool. Can I go play my new game?”
“Have you done your spelling?”
“Yes.”
“Then, yes, you can.”
Eric races off and I clean up the mess from dinner. Mrs. Jenkins and I have come to an understanding. She’s a really sweet woman and we’ve worked out a rhythm to our days. I do miss working though, not the fifteen hours a day on my feet but the people, and I’m eager to get started at the Love Books charity next week.
I sit in the living room curled up on the couch, but the book in my lap doesn’t hold my attention and before I know it, it’s eight already and time for me to check Eric’s blood sugar again.
He’s good at doing it himself now and his sugars are so much more stable on these new drugs. I tuck him in and put his teddy next to him. It’s one our mother gave him when he was born, and he treasures it.
“I like living here with Linc and having Heather and Clark and Gaspard in our family.”
“Me too, Eric.”
“Do you love Linc a lot, Vi?”
I don’t want to lie, but then I wonder how much admitting to Eric that I love Linc is a lie anymore. “Yes, I love him very much.”
A movement at the door makes me turn to see Lincoln watching us with a soft look on his face, his shoulder resting up against the door jamb, his hands in his pockets. He’s loosened his tie and lost his jacket, the sleeves of his shirt rolled up his muscular forearms, and I want to see him looking at me like that for always. The thought brings a tightness to my throat.
Smiling I move to walk past him but he cups my bicep in his big hand. I glance up and he kisses me before bending to whisper in my ear.
“Being sweet makes me want to fuck you so hard.”
I shiver at his words, wanting him with a desperation that is almost feral. “Who’s stopping you?”
A growl leaves his mouth before he lets me go, and I stumble as he smirks. “Thirty minutes, my office.”
I see him smile at Eric as he says goodnight to him, taking a couple of minutes to hear about his day before he ruffles his hair. I rush to our bedroom and move through the dressing room that’s full of new clothes Linc insisted I get. I spot what I’m looking for in the drawer and anticipation zips through me.
On nervous legs I walk to Linc’s office and see the door is ajar. I hear him speaking on the phone, so I knock quietly. The door swings open and Linc looks me over from head to foot, the phone at his ear gripped with white knuckles when he sees what I’m wearing.
Hooking me around the waist, he drags me closer so I can feel his rock-hard erection pressed to my belly. His eyes haven’t left mine and I feel exposed as if just the searing look he’s giving me will make me combust.
“Ryker, I need to call you back.” He shakes his head. “No, this can’t wait.”
