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Grayson: At your place. See you when you and your woman get home
Dammit! I groan because there goes my plan.
Lucy’s brows furrow as she watches me, and when I roll my eyes, she laughs.
“That was Grayson. You might remember him from our very first date. He was the eighteen-year-old kid, recently divorced.”
Lucy’s face lights up and she claps her hands together. “Of course, I remember Grayson. You kept in contact with him?”
“I did. And it’s a long story, but he’s at my house,” I say with a lift of my shoulder like it’s no big deal, but that’s not true.
“How long of a story?” Lucy frowns, her expression full of intrigue. So I fill her in. As we walk, I tell her all about Grayson and how he’s completely ingrained in my life. She gasps in some moments, laughs in others, her eyes locked on me the entire time.
“So in conclusion…he’s at my house. Meaning my plans for the rest of the evening are foiled.”
Lucy nibbles on her bottom lip and grins. “And what exactly were those plans?”
“Like I said, my place for dessert.” I fake pout.
Lucy laughs out loud. “And what exactly were we having?”
“Chocolate cake for you…Youfor me.”
Her laughter disappears as her pupils dilate and she squirms ever so slightly on the spot. It makes me want to push her up against the closest building and ravish her, especially knowing how easy the access would be.
“I don’t have chocolate cake at my place, but the other is definitely on offer,” she says, winking as she does, reading my thoughts.This woman.
I groan before linking our fingers again and moving us through the late-night crowd in the direction of my truck as fast as I can. I’m good without the cake.Date over.
When I wake the next morning, Lucy’s in my arms. The soft sound of her breathing filters through my dreams, and her long hair tickles my chest where it’s splayed across me. Brushing the strands away from her face, I study her features, taking in the way her lips curve up slightly as she sleeps and the dusting of freckles across her nose. I can’t stop myself from pressing a light kiss to her forehead, gently enough that I don’t wake her, content to just lie here and exist beside her.
I must fall back asleep at some point because when I wake again, Lucy’s sitting up with my shirt around her shoulders, buttons undone. She’s so stunningly beautiful, inside and out, that I have to pinch my leg to remind myself she’s mine. When she notices my movement, her eyes light up as she looks my way. “Hey, handsome.”
“Hey, yourself. I could get used to this. Waking up with you in my bed. Or me in yours as the case may be.”
Lucy giggles but shakes her head. “Oh, my mornings are nothing like this. If you think us being together is going to lead to this”—she motions to us on the bed—“be prepared for a shock.”
“Huh?”
“Have you forgotten about Katie?” She laughs again.
“Never.”As if I ever would. That girl has definitely found a place in my heart, just like her mom.
“Then put two and two together,” Lucy says, breaking my thoughts.
“Ahh, is she an early riser?”
“She usually sneaks in here at about five.”
“I’m good with five. My alarm was set for four thirty when I played. I usually wake a lot earlier than this.”
A sassy grin appears on Lucy’s face, and her eyes sparkle with mischief. “Perfect! The sooner we have Katie comfortable with you staying over, the better. The two of you can entertain each other while I sleep in.”
Reaching up, I grip her at the waist and pull her backward on top of me, tickling her as I do. “Is that how it’s going to be?” I say, my fingers working hard to make her squirm.
She cries out, “Absolutely,” as she fills the room with uncontrollable giggles, a sound I’ll never get sick of and a moment I wish could last forever. Sadly, reality gets in the way and Lucy’s alarm goes off, alerting us to the time. We reluctantly say our goodbyes to get ready for work, and I leave Lucy with a parting kiss to hopefully get her through the day.
As I drive away, I picture waking up to the sounds of two giggling girls, and a warm feeling consumes me at the thought of maybe one day having a family of my own. But not just any family—this one.
