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Emma wasa million times better when I picked her up from school than when I’d dropped her off. I’d expected Iris to call at least once during the day, but she didn’t. And when I went to get her, Emma looked like her old self—free, and playful, and smiling.
It made my heart ache.
It made me forget my shitty day.
It made me forget the last shitty year.
We walked into the diner, one of Emma’s hands clutching mine, the other clutching Uni. It was busy for a Thursday night.
Rae and Cora were racing back and forth, Reagan’s hair twisted in a clip at the back of her head, sweat beaded along her brow, her cheeks flushed.
“Sit wherever you can find a spot,” Cora said as she passed me. “Rae will take your order when she gets a chance.”
“No rush.”
Grabbing Emma, I hauled her onto my hip and made my way to the back of the diner. I slid her into the booth, dropping her backpack next to her before fishing out a coloring book.
I slumped into the booth on my side and watched as she scribbled with her crayons. I wanted to know what had changed in the hours since I’d dropped her off and picked her up. Why was she suddenly happier? Why did she seem okay?
“Hey, guys.” I jolted as Reagan leaned her hip against my booth. She smiled down at me as she wiped her forehead. “It’s been a crazy night.”
“Looks like it.” I scanned the diner, noting all the teens. “What’s going on?”
“I think there’s a big game tonight,” she shrugged. That would explain why everyone was wearing the team’s colors. “Dinner? Or are you just here to see me?” She nudged my shoulder with her elbow, and I flashed her a grin.
“Both.” She straightened as she pulled her notebook from the back pocket of her jean shorts. They were definitely too short. They showed off her strong thighs, the way her tanned skin seemed to glow under the harsh lighting. They were tight around her hips and ass, and I knew if she bent over, I could get a clear view of her pussy pressing against the denim. “Can’t believe Cora let you out of the house wearing those.”
As soon as the words left my mouth, I wanted to slap myself.
What was wrong with me?
“What?” She blinked at me before glancing down at herself. She didn’t look like she was even wearing anything. The little apron she wore was just long enough to cover them.
“Nothing,” I grumbled. Clearing my throat, I shifted in the booth, thankful the table was hiding my sudden hard-on from her. “I’ll just have a burger. Em will have a grilled cheese.” She nodded as she wrote, but kept sending me weird looks. “Sorry.”
“Don’t worry about it.”
But it seemed Ishouldworry about it. She turned on her heel without another word, and my gaze zeroed in on her ass.
Fuck. Me.
She had such a nice ass. Meredith’s wasn’t nearly as round and plump. She had great tits, but I was always more of an ass man. And Reagan’s ass was perfect. Her thighs were perfect. Somehow, I knew her pussy was perfect. Tight and pink, and—
Stop it.
I needed to fucking stop.
I was blaming those thoughts on a nearly year long dry spell and not because I was really checking out my sister-in-law. No matter how nice and perfect she looked.
Fuck off. Fuck my brain. Fuck the thoughts going through it.
I refocused on my daughter.
“How was school?” I asked, and she held up her thumb. “What’d you do?” She sighed as she set down her crayon.
“Miss Iris gave me this.” She held out her hand, showing the purple glittery sticker on the back.
“That was nice of her,” I said, smiling softly. “Why’d she do that?”
