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Pulling away from me, she said, “Yes. I think you should go over there and put him out of his misery, Mom.”
Butterflies swarmed my stomach even as apprehension crept in. What if he was done with me, really? What if he was just being a nice guy, checking on Parker?
Then I remembered his face close to mine, his hands cradling it like I was a precious gift instead of the woman breaking his heart, as he whispered, “I’ll never let you go.”
“You should go now, Mom,” Parker said, staring down at me with a smile like she was reading my thoughts. And I wouldn’t have been surprised. Because I’d learned a lot of things tonight and among them was that my daughter knew me better than anyone in the world.
“I can’t go tonight. It’s late and you just told me this thing you’ve kept from me and right now you need me. And I’ll always put you first,” I said, looking at her like she was crazy.
She gave me that same look back. “Oh my God, Mom. Just go before you change your mind, crazy!” She urged me, practically pushing me off the couch.
I should have gone to take a shower. I should have changed clothes and put on something better than a cheetah print jogging suit and Andy’s old ball cap that I lounged around the house in.
But I didn’t. I got up and grabbed my keys and flew out the front door to my truck. Because like Parker said, I could have changed my mind. Hell, I already half wanted to.
I was still scared. But after everything tonight. Talking with Parker, the videos of Andy. Just everything. I felt a little braver. I thought maybe I was finally ready to move on.
Ipulled into Weston’s driveway like a bat out of hell, but as soon as I got over there, I lost all my nerve. I turned the lights off on my truck so he wouldn’t see me and sat there, chickening the hell out.
What if he didn’t want me anymore? It had been weeks since I reached out. What if he’d moved on? What if there was another fucking woman in there?
Oh, that one made my stomach roll. I couldn’t even think of that. There were no lights on inside of his house and even though it was late, I told myself I should probably just go home, since it looked like he was at work, anyhow.
Three small taps at my window almost made me pee in my pants. I turned to see Weston there, his eyebrows raised.
Holy shit, I’d been so caught up in my own thoughts that I’d completely missed him walking over to my truck.
And because I was still chicken shit, I rolled down the window instead of just getting out of the damn vehicle like a normal person.
“Hi,” I said, hope springing in my heart because he didn’t look like he was unhappy with me.
He leaned his elbow on my windowsill and placed his chin in his hand. “You gonna sit out here in this old truck all night, Slugger?” he asked.
My eyes burned with emotion. Damn it. I was supposed to be all cried out, but still, all that emotion spilled over onto my face and Weston leaned in further, capturing the back of my neck with his hand and giving me a hard close-mouthed kiss.
“Don’t cry, baby. It breaks my damn heart,” he said, his lips pressed to mine.
His words seemed to only produce more tears.
He wasn’t still mad at me. I was still Slugger. He still wanted to kiss me.
“I’m sorry,” I cried, wanting him to know. Needing him to understand. “I was just so scared. I still am. But I need you.”
He backed away, opening the truck door. “Come on out, baby. Let’s go inside.”
I rolled up the window and exited the truck and followed him up his walkway, wiping my face frantically. I’d done enough crying for ten people in one day. I figured I’d caught up on my whole life’s quota of tears at this point. “How’d you know I was out here?” I asked as he opened his front door and we walked inside.
“Parker texted me as soon as you left. I’ve been looking out the window for a solid thirty minutes like a damn fool,” he said, standing in his living room looking like a damn dream.
Did the man get better looking over the last couple of weeks or had I just missed him this damn much?
I walked up close to him and stood on my tiptoes and caressed his hard jaw with my palm, beyond thankful he hadn’t shut me out for good.
I leaned even further up, resting my hand on his chest, and kissed his lips again.
He wrapped his arms around my waist. “You know what this is, baby?” he asked, staring down into my eyes.
I smiled, remembering the day I’d wanted to stab him with my scissors in the salon. “What what is?” I asked even though I knew what he was asking.
