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“I hope you want to do this every day,” she moaned, then stiffened as if she realized the implications of her words.
They’d slipped out.
And while I wanted to cling to them, they hurt. Because one day, she wouldn’t be mine.
She’s not yours.
But it sure as hell felt like she was.
Chapter Fourteen
Beau
“Mind if I ride along today?”
I polished off the last sip of my smoothie and batted my lashes at Lexie.
She grinned. “You’re not driving.”
“We could use the extra hands. We have a lot of deliveries to make.” Eric wandered into Teague’s kitchen, followed by his dogs Muffy and Millie.
“Nice bow tie today,” I said. “I love the yellow.”
Lexie wore a bright silk jumpsuit to match. As always, she was impeccably put together with a sense of style and grace that appeared effortless.
Lincoln strode in also wearing a yellow tie. The dogs swirled around his feet as he moved toward Lexie with determination. It couldn’t have been more than three minutes since he’d seen her, but he pulled her into his side and kissed the top of her head.
How could something so joyful cause a bolt of pain?
I was so happy for the family they’d formed. That they had each other and so much love it radiated from them.
But my chest hurt.
Because I’d almost had that. It had slipped through my fingers.
You’re the worst, Beau. And selfish.
I was. These were the people I loved most. Their happiness came above all else. While it wasn’t wrong of me to want even a fraction of what they had, it was rotten to be jealous.
“I recognize that dress.” Lincoln narrowed his gaze on me.
Lexie slapped him in the stomach. “No good morning to your sister either?”
His eyes darkened as he tipped her chin up. “I’ll give you a good morning.”
She blushed.
I cleared my throat. “I had to borrow some clothes.” But I’d drawn the line at underwear. I was going without until I washed what I had and could buy more. “But I don’t match.”
“Hang on a sec.” Eric raced from the room.
“We’ll collect your things during our lunch break,” Lincoln said, with an undercurrent of viciousness. It wasn’t directed at me. Of that I was certain.
I waved him off. “I’ll just buy some new things.”
“No. We aren’t cowering from him. You don’t wish to stay there, and he needs to understand that.”
My brows shot up. Lincoln and I rarely pushed back against our father. We’d found it made life easier, although I wasn’t so certain of that now.
