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She let out a long sigh. What else could they do if not go to her house? That’s where all her stuff was. And she didn’t really want to be watched while she played on the swings or jungle gym.
“There’s a museum down the street,” Jett suddenly said. Her gaze lifted from Sealy’s beady one, to Jett’s warm one. She tried not to let her excitement show. “We could go there.”
“What kind of museum?” Not that it really mattered. She’d go to any museum ever.
“I don’t remember. But I saw a sign on the way over.” She bounced on the balls of her feet, barely containing an excited squeal. “I’ll take that as a yes?” She bobbed her head eagerly.
“Yes! I’ll race you!” she cried, turning to sprint to her car. A big hand wrapped around her arm, stopping her. Her bottom lip pushed out as she looked over her shoulder at him.
“No racing. You’ll drive safely, or not at all. Understand me?”
Oh, that was a voice she hadn’t heard before. And she liked it. A lot.
Something was so wrong with her.
But mixing that voice with his spanking face…yeah, just kill her now, because it was a deadly combo.
“Do you understand me, little girl?” he growled, his voice firmer, leaving no room for naughtiness.
She let out a long sigh. “Yes,” she sulked. “I won’t race you.”
“And?” His brows rose expectantly.
“And I’ll follow all the silly traffic laws and drive safely.” She barely stopped herself from rolling her eyes. What a party pooper. She always drove fast, especially when there was a good song on the radio.
But it seemed like she wouldn’t be allowed to have any fun with Mr. Grumpy-Party-Pooper-Pants around.
* * *
You couldn’t prythe smile off Abbie’s face with a freaking crowbar as she danced up the steps to her apartment. She’d had the best afternoon ever.
She and Jett went to the museum—it ended up being a space museum, and while space tended to make her anxious as heck, she still enjoyed it. Mostly because he seemed to be amazed by everything. She was grateful it wasn’t the fine art museum she worked at, because that one was just a few blocks from the space one and it would’ve been awkward having to explain to her coworkers who this hunk of a guy was with her.
Next door to the space museum was this tiny toy store. She’d wanted to go inside, but hadn’t said anything. Just made a mental note to go there during her lunch break on her next shift. But Jett must be a mind reader, because he didn’t say a word as he dragged her in and told her to pick something out.
Of course, she’d played coy and pretended like she didn’t want anything. But when she saw a little turtle, she knew she had to have it. Ottie and Sealy needed a baby sister. But he’d already gotten her Sealy, and she hadn’t wanted to seem ungrateful, so she, again, made a mental note to come get that turtle another time.
Maybe she just had a really bad poker face, because he scooped it up and bought it for her. Then he took her out for ice cream, and…yeah. It’d been a great day.
Everything about her time with him felt magical.
She still didn’t fully understand why he was so against coming back to her apartment. It wasn’t like she’d jump his bones the second they walked inside. Even if she’d thought about climbing him like a tree a few times today, she had some self control.
Kind of.
Not really.
But it wasn’t her fault he was so climbable.
She stepped onto the landing and shock froze her, her smile dropping. Her spine snapped straight and her shoulders went back.
“Abigail. Where have you been? I’ve been knocking.”
Abbie’s mouth opened then closed. What was her mother doing here? She’d never been to her apartment before.
Ever.
She always said she’d never step foot in this part of town. After Abbie chose to leave her family's money and influence behind in favor of living life the way she wanted to, she had to make ends meet.
