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“Oh.” My mouth falls open. “And what if they do?”
“They don’t.” His answer is final, and I can see exactly why people would be scared of him, but I’m not.
Why?
I expect my mind to catch up, for the fear to run through my veins.
I wait.
Nothing.
I don’t fear him.
He jerks his chin. “Next time, just ask. Don’t assume.”
“I didn’t…”
“You did.”
He’s right, and it’s a cold reminder of how Rob left me with the inability to trust any man. I’m left to always assume the worse.
I can’t deny the truth, even if it stings.
Guilt gnaws at me, but then the corner of his mouth tugs and my shoulders let go of the tension.
I open my mouth to apologize, but he holds up a hand. “Don’t do that either. You’ve got kids. I would be more worried if you weren’t concerned.”
I snap my mouth closed again.
Speaking of kids. “I should go and collect them. They’re probably driving Cora halfway up the wall by now.”
“Those tattoos should wash off in about a week. Use olive oil if you want them gone faster.”
“Ah, let her live on the wild side for a couple of days.”
His returning smile is enough to make my heart slam in my chest.
I offer a wobbly smile in return before climbing into the driver’s seat. It’s only when I’m sure he’s out of sight that I let out a long breath, pressing my hand to my wildly pounding heart. The flutter in my chest is not from the intensity of our conversation, but the lingering feeling of his body against mine.
It’s as if I’ve just woken up from a deep sleep, every nerve ending sparking back to life.
Looking down at myself, I scoff. “Seriously, him? Now?”
Leave it to Logan to awaken my dormant libido.
Twenty
“Mom, this sucks,” Hannah moans, the side of her face pressed to the glass of the door as she peers out at the rain, looking more like someone from a pining country music video than an eight-year-old. “It’s been raining all week.”
“It ‘ucks,” Isabel agrees, kicking her toy car.
She climbs onto my lap where I’ve been sitting at the kitchen table, staring at the rain just as miserably as Hannah.
“I’m sorry it’s raining, but there’s not much your mom can do about that.”
She frowns. “But I thought you had superpowers.”
The lies mothers tell will always come back to bite us in the ass. “I do, but only super hearing, and sometimes I have eyes in the back of my head.”
