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“You should see what it looks like without the splint.” He reached for the tape, and my hand hit the screen like I could reach out and stop him.
“Oh, no, honey. Just leave it for now. You can show me when I see you.”
He stopped. “When will I see you?”
“Soon,” I promised. “Next weekend if Daddy’s okay with it.”
His little face scrunched for a second before he declared, “I’ll beg him.” My throat tightened. “Where are you?”
I blinked, startled by the question. “My… new apartment.”
“It looks nice,” he said and pulled his legs up underneath him. “Can I come see it?”
I nodded. “It’s not quite ready yet, but when it is, you’ll be the first guest.”
“Has Zeke seen it?”
I tensed and answered carefully, “I said you’d be the first guest, baby.”
“Zeke could come see it too.” His grin widened.
“I’ll let him know.”
“Did he see my nose?” Jake tipped forward on the counter, his energy getting the best of him as he fidgeted in his seat.
“He did.”
“Was it as bad as his concussion?”
I chuckled. “I don’t know. You can ask him next time you see him.”
“Okay.” His head bobbed, and then his expression fell. “I miss you, Mom.”
“I miss you, too, baby.” My fingers pressed to the screen as Jake dived into the tale of what happened at the game as though I hadn’t seen it.
The twenty-minute call felt like it flew by in two before Stan appeared in the view and declared it was time for bed. Jake started to whimper, and before I could say anything to calm him, Stan resorted to threats.
“You only get to see Mommy if you’re good, and good boys don’t whine.”
The call ended with a sour goodbye, and I sat at the counter for several long minutes in silence, reminding myself that it wasn’t for much longer. A few weeks to make the marriage appear real, and then the bid for custody.
A few weeks living with the man I desperately wanted but couldn’t have.My husband.
CHAPTER12
ZEKE
Iwasn’t sure I believed in miracles until this week.
Not only had I managed to keep my hands off my tempting wife for the last four days since our shotgun wedding, but somehow the Carmel rumor mill hadn’t yet informed my sisters of my hasty nuptials.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” Kenzie looked over the console at me.
Her blonde hair was in a loose braid over her shoulder, and she had on a T-shirt dress that rode up just high enough on her thighs while she was in the car to put my dick squarely in a state of painful arousal.
No matter how I tried to keep our days busy or how many doors and floors I put between us at night, it couldn’t stop the way I wanted her.My wife.
“Yeah.” I nodded and got out of the car, rounding to open the passenger door for her.
