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I’d felt a little like I’d been stuck in a rut lately. I was scared to take a risk with my business and the custody situation with Wren. But meeting with the attorney and moving Everly in felt good. Like I was on the right track, even if the future was unknown. And I was certain I was going to fuck up this thing with Everly.
“She’s more fun than you,” Wren teased. Then she jumped out of bed, giggling.
I made a grab for her ankle and missed. “How is that possible? I’m a ton of fun.”
Everly had reemerged in a T-shirt and soft-looking sweats that clung to her legs. “I have to agree. Harrison can be a wet blanket sometimes.”
“Right?” Wren asked as they walked hand in hand out of the room.
Something shifted in my chest. I hadn’t realized how lonely I’d been. As much time as Everly spent here, there were many times when it was just me or just me and Wren.
It was nice to have company on Sunday morning. Especially when it was my best friend. I was looking forward to making breakfast.
When I went downstairs, Everly was cuddled up with Wren on the couch, a blanket over them. It was sweet. It felt right.
“Who wants to help me make breakfast?” I asked, wishing every morning could be like this.
“Me!” Wren exclaimed, trying to unravel herself from the bundle of blankets.
Everly helped her get out, and Wren giggled when Everly pretended she couldn’t figure it out. By the time Wren popped out, her face was flush, and her eyes sparkled with happiness. This was fun. How had I not realized how much Everly enriched our lives? How much joy we experienced when she was here.
Maybe I’d been afraid of relying on her too much or expecting her to fill our lives twenty-four seven when she might start dating someone special. I expected her to leave. The same way she expected any guy in her life to be temporary.
Six
EVERLY
Ivolunteered to brew the coffee while Wren and Harrison went through their morning routine, gathering the mix for pancakes and pulling out the griddle. Then they argued about the right add-ins, chocolate chips or blueberry.
They bickered back and forth for a few minutes before I finally suggested, “You could do a little of both.”
“That’s a great idea. Why didn’t I think of that?” Harrison dipped his finger into the flour and bopped Wren on the nose.
“Hey!” she exclaimed before picking up a scoop of flour and flinging it at him.
My mouth dropped open when Harrison took the measuring cup of water and returned fire.
“Is this something you normally do?” I asked while I ducked from the flour now flying freely through the air.
Harrison recovered first, his palms in the air as if warding off an attack. “No. Never. I don’t know what came over Wren.”
Wren put her hands on her hips. “Me? You got me with the flour first.”
“I didn’t throw it at you. I put a tiny dot on your nose.”
Wren scowled, which was even more adorable because she was covered with flour.
“I think that water and flour aren’t a good combination for the floor. We should probably clean it up.”
Harrison rolled his eyes dramatically. “Ever the voice of reason. I don’t know, Wren. I don’t think Everly’s that fun.”
“I don’t think she is either,” Wren said.
I barely registered that they were up to something before they attacked. Harrison got me in a bear hold while Wren dumped flour on my head.
I squirmed and wiggled, trying to get out of Harrison’s tight grip, but it was no use. I was stuck. Instead of struggling, I buried my head in his chest, my fingers clinging to his shirt. It only made me hyperaware of his hard pecs pressed against my cheek and the strong band of his arm around me. Was he getting hard?
He shifted so that he wasn’t pressed against me. But I was positive I was right. Was it the wiggling and squirming, or was it something else? Did he get hard for any warm woman in his arms, or was there something about me?
