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I kissed the side of her head. “Not really sure what to do with that, are you, Wicked?”
“Nope.”
Chapter Thirty-Six
Marlow
“This is for you.”
Patrick slid an envelope across the island. His hair was still damp from our shower, but I’d left him upstairs naked. In a suit, he was equally lethal.
“What is it?” I opened the flap.
“Coffee?” He held up the pot and I shook my head. “How’s the nausea?”
“The smell of that isn’t helping.” He dumped the whole thing out and rinsed it down the sink. “Why’d you do that?”
“I can get some at the office. I don’t want you to be sick.”
“I can handle it.” I pulled a stack of papers out of the envelope.
He rounded the counter and turned me on the barstool. He pushed my thighs apart and stepped between them. “I know you can.” His lips found mine. “Do you have time for lunch today?”
“Are you buying?”
“I’m taking requests too.”
“I’ll text you.”
“Sext me? Can’t wait.”
I punched him in the arm. He kissed me to the point I forgot what we were talking about.
“Damn you, Wicked. We need to get to the office.”
“What did I do?”
“You know you’re distracting.”
“I’m just sitting here. I was eating toast untilsomebodyinterrupted.”
He popped a bite into my mouth and kissed my forehead. “See you later.”
I finger-waved and blew Blake a kiss as they disappeared out of the kitchen.
Don’t get used to this. Don’t get used to this.
He played to win, I’d give Patrick that. The thought of my empty house wasn’t so appealing when this one was full of life and energy.
Blake liked it here too. This morning, I’d showed him the window in the study. He’d watched the cars and pedestrians go by with his tiny hands pressed to the glass.
We were lucky Patrick had bulldozed into our lives, offered us his home very selflessly, not that I would tell Patrick that. His ego was large enough. Cue the eye roll.Didn’t have a problem with that this morning while you got fucked in the shower.
Guilt swamped me. I couldn’t think about building a life with someone else. Not when my husband would never have the chance.
Patrick created bigger gaps between the times when Jack was on my mind. I had to stop that before I started going an entire day without thinking of him. I’d made vows to love and honor him for the rest of my life. Already, I’d failed. I couldn’t even tell him I was sorry.
I unfolded the papers and smoothed them on the counter before picking them up.
