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I should have known. I’ve seen the way these men are. Even the ones who love their wives are not homebodies, the club and work always come first, whether they’re legitimate or otherwise.
I’m not sure how long I’m into the movie when I hear the lock on the front unclick, and when I turn my head to look, I watch it slowly open before he walks into the foyer. His head is down. I stare at him, unable to take my eyes off him before he closes the door, then lifts his head, and his gaze finds mine.
His lips slowly curve into a small smile, and he dips his chin. “Hey, buttercup,” he whispers.
I don’t think, in the months I’ve known this man, that I’ve been around him, that he’s been inside of me, he has ever whispered. It’s sexy as shit. It causes my entire body to freeze and my lips to part in awe.
“Hey,” I eventually mutter back to him.
He moves through the home as if he’s been here a million times. Maybe he has. I don’t really know. Instead of asking him, though, I watch. Pressing my lips together, I roll them a few times as he finds his way toward me and sinks down on the sofa cushion beside me.
Wordlessly, Agony lifts his arm and slides it around the back of my cushion, his focus straight ahead on the television screen as he watches whatever it is I have playing in the background.
Something I’ve already forgotten about because he’s here and he is all I can think about and see.
God, I am a mess.
“What the fuck are you watching?” he barks, his whispering already forgotten.
My entire body jumps, and I turn to look at the television. I stare at it for a moment, then it registers, and I turn back to face him before I speak.
“It’sTroop Beverly Hills,” I announce.
Agony slowly turns his head, his eyes finding mine, and he blinks once, then twice, as he stares at me. “Am I supposed to know what the fuck that means?” he asks.
Shifting my attention to the television, I watch as Shelley Long leads her troop of Wilderness Girls through the streets of Beverly Hills to sell cookies.
“They’re like Girl Scouts, but they’re called Wilderness Girls, and they are trying to sell cookies so they can go to this Jamboree thing. It’s funny.”
He blinks again, then clears his throat and chuckles. “I’ve never heard of this shit, ever.”
“I’m surprised. It came out in the late eighties. I thought you were old?”
He lets out a guffaw. “How old do you fucking think I am?” he asks.
I know how old he is. I’ve seen his driver's license. He was about nine years old when this movie came out. So, he should know what it is, but in reality, he didn’t have the kind of mom who would sit down and watch a funny or cute movie with him, so it doesn’t really surprise me that he has not a single clue about it.
“You are forty-two years old. You’re an old man, and you were a little boy when this movie came out.”
He grunts, then leans back. I stare at him as he watches the television. My body eventually relaxes, and I find myself resting my head against his shoulder. His hand moves from the top of the couch cushion, and I feel his fingers gliding in gentle circles against my shoulder.
“Sorry I was late tonight. I had a bunch of shit going on. I’m free first thing in the morning. We’ll go out for breakfast, and I’ll show you what I meant to show you today.”
I let out a long exhale but don’t look at him. He remembered and he apologized.
Wow.
That’s beyond anything I’ve ever imagined possible.
An apology.
Just wow.
ChapterNineteen
REESE
I’m notsure when I fall asleep, but I do sometime between theTroop Beverley Hillspatch ceremony and the camping excursion. I don’t know when Lance carried me to bed. But as my eyes flutter open, I let out a sigh as I roll to my side.
