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Beck stood, walked over, and put a hand on my shoulder. “You came back, West. And that’s all that matters now.”
I looked up at the face that was a lot like my own and yet not. “Thanks.”
He released me and then leaned against the desk, crossing his arms. “So, you and Emmy, huh?”
“Abby talked to you, then.”
“Yes and no. Whenever Emmy’s name came up at dinner tonight, you went all starry-eyed. It’s not that hard to figure out. Especially when Abby said she’d be watching your kids in a few days and staying the night here while you went out. Probably all night.”
Subtle wasn’t the best way to describe my little sister.
I stood. “Just don’t mention it to Avery and Wyatt yet. I don’t want them to get their hopes up.”
Beck nodded. “I get it. And if you ever need some advice about women, I’m your man.”
“Says the guy who pretty much scowled and grunted and scared away most of the women in town for years.”
“Hey, I’m a changed man. And Sabrina says I’m romantic.”
“Oh, Beck, how the mighty have fallen.”
“And glad to have done so.”
As I smiled with my brother, I was glad that he was so fucking happy.
It gave me hope for myself.
The thought startled me, but I pushed it aside, and I lightly punched my brother’s arm. “I’ll remember that. And when I have an answer for you, I’ll let you know.”
“Good. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
As I watched Beck leave, no doubt to go to the little guesthouse he lived in with Sabrina, I still had trouble believing all the changes to my brother since finding love. He was more like the teenager I remembered, before our father died and changed everything.
Thinking about what I’d missed during the years after that darkened my mood a little. In retrospect, staying away from my family all these years, trying to fix my life by myself, seemed kind of stupid.
I couldn’t change the past, but I could work on the future. Not just with my family but with Emmy too. I was still fucking terrified of falling for her and then having my heart broken.
But she was worth the risk. Not because I was married to her and felt like it was my responsibility. No, I liked her. A lot. And seeing her sad tore my heart in two.
Not to mention how much my kids loved her, and I was pretty sure she was fond of them too.
Maybe I could have a true family one day.
Laughing at how sentimental I’d become, I went upstairs to check on my kids. And once I finally fell asleep, I dreamed of a certain woman with dark-brown eyes, dark hair, and the softest skin I’d ever touched.
ChapterThirty-Three
Emilia
West:My bed was cold last night.
Me:Maybe you should buy an electric blanket.
West:I’d rather have a warm woman I can make scream my name before bedtime.
Me:Hmm, I think you’re getting cocky again.
West:I knew you wouldn’t forget about my cock any time soon.
