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Bear watched me closely. “Didn’t say he wasn’t.”
Suddenly, the reason for this late meeting seemed a lot clearer. I imagined it had something to do with Race, but I didn’t care enough to ask anymore. If Race wanted me to know his plans, he would’ve called me. I’d waited three months for that call, for any sign that I hadn’t been forgotten, but it never came. I threw the rest of my sandwich in the garbage and began putting everything away.
“Becs,” Bear said, but I continued to work.
“I’m going to bed,” I announced when I finished.
“Becs.” He blocked me from moving to the stairs. “He wants to be here.”
I laughed without any humor. “If Race wanted to be here, he would be.”
“He has shit to deal with.”
“That’s great for him, Bear. I hope it all goes well.”
He narrowed his eyes. “You shouldn’t be pissed without having all the information.”
“Would you be?” I asked. “When you were with Josie, and she got herself caught up in all that crap, how did you feel not knowing?”
I watched his face change. “Not the same. She was doing shit that could’ve gotten her killed.”
“I have a feeling it’s exactly the same,” I said quietly.
“You should at least hear him out. Give him a chance to explain.”
“It’s funny to me that you’d suggest me granting him that courtesy when you didn’t do the same for Josie.”
“I tried, Becs. She didn’t want to hear it.”
“Maybe you should’ve tried a little harder to see her point of view.”
He watched me before replying quietly. “Might wanna take your own advice.”
With a nod, I moved around him and headed for bed. I was too tired to think about it tonight. It hurt that I hadn’t heard from him since Christmas Eve, while Bear had several times. It took me back to a time when I felt insignificant to him, and I hated that feeling.
I stopped at the bathroom and quickly brushed my teeth before crossing the hall to my bedroom. Not even having the energy to put on pajamas, I shoved down my yoga pants, threw them in the corner, and crawled into bed in my underwear and tank top. Then I said a quick prayer that Wyatt would sleep through the night.
Staring at the ceiling, thoughts of Race floated through my mind, but I was too tired to hang on to them, and I felt myself drifting.
I had no idea what time it was when I woke, but I felt warm. Really warm. The kind of warm you want to snuggle into and keep right on sleeping. Blinking slowly, I looked at the baby monitor, but it was still silent, so that hadn’t woken me. I squinted at the clock and saw it was almost six thirty. So much for sleeping in on a Saturday.
It was then that I felt a puff of air hit the back of my neck. I knew I hadn’t left the window open because the nights were cold even though the days were beginning to get warmer. It was the end of March in North Carolina. Pretty soon, we’d be wearing T-shirts and shorts, but not quite yet. When something moved behind me, I threw the covers from my body and jumped out of bed before turning and facing it.
Race?
Why the hell was Race sleeping in my bed?
“Hey,” I called out, suddenly pissed that he climbed in bed with me. This was the same person I hadn’t heard from in three months, and he decided he had the right to just get in my bed.
“Hey,” I said again, louder this time.
His eyes fluttered open, and he squinted at me. God, he was sexy. My body reacted immediately to the grin spreading across his face.
“Mornin’,” he said sleepily.
“What the hell are you doing here?”
He patted the empty space beside him. “Come back to bed.”
