Page 79 of Stay with Me

“I should go home. I think I’m ready to talk to him. I hope we can work things out. I love my husband. I would hate to have to kill him in his sleep.”

I lift a brow as the two burst into laughter. Clearly, I’m missing the inside joke. “Okay, ladies. Let me get you two home. Nobody’s killing anyone in their sleep.”

They continue to snicker as they fall into each other. I have to purse my lips to keep from laughing. Putting my phone away, I then usher them out of the office to head for my car.

The two are roasted and giggling like two teenagers. They’re cute, but annoying at the same time. Tripping over themselves, singing at the top of their lungs, and laughing like maniacs.

I have to wrangle them in as Saga tries to take off and Reminisce decides to follow. Bishop owes me big time after this one. This isn’t what I signed up for.

I’m happy to have the two in the car and strapped in so I can get them home. I head for my brother’s as he sends text after text with questions I can’t answer while I’m driving.

“Oh, we should listen to some music,” Rem coos and turns on the radio.

They begin to sing along to the song playing. I can’t help but smile. I’m going to have fun rubbing this in tomorrow. Soon, I’m left alone with my thoughts as the two fall fast asleep.

They must have had a lot to drink or they were putting the heavy stuff inside those margaritas. Reminisce usually holds her liquor much better than this. I’ll have to postpone our romantic dinner for another night.

When I pull into Bishop’s driveway, I find him pacing back and forth in front of the house. He looks like he’s ready to pull his hair out. It’s loose around his shoulders and looks like he’s been running his hands through it.

I pull up in front of the house, and I get ready to park to get out of the car and help him get Saga inside, but Bishop has the door ripped open to scoop his wife out before I can shift gears. I step out of the car, but he doesn’t even take a glance back.

“Thanks, I’ll call you in the morning,” he calls over his shoulder as he walks into the house with Saga in his arms.

“I guess I’m done here,” I mutter and climb back into the car.

“Your brother better not break my sister’s heart,” Rem mutters.

I look over at her, and her eyes are still closed. She groans and shifts around in her seat. I get the feeling she’s talking in her sleep.

“They have to work this out. I believe in love because of them. I want to love you because of them. If my big sister can do it, so can I. I can love you, Knight. I’m trying to love you,” she says bringing a smile to my face.

I lean across the seat and kiss her forehead. She snuggles deeper into the seat and sighs. Not the way I want her to tell me she loves me, but in this moment, I’d be lying if I said my heart wasn’t full.

“I want to love you too,” I say in her ear.

I stare at her for a while before turning the car on and heading to her place. I’m getting closer to what I want. I hope Bishop can fix whatever’s going on if it means I have a shot.

“Oh God, I’m going to have such a hangover,” she groans and throws an arm over her face.

“And I’ll be here to take care of you,” I say and pull off.

CHAPTER 30

Talk to Me

Bishop

“Here, eat this. You’ll feel better,” I say to Saga and kiss her forehead as I hand her a mug of coffee and a plate of greasy shit to fight off her hangover.

I frown as she turns away and continues to give me the silent treatment. Breakfast in bed seemed like a good start to get to the bottom of what’s going on. I woke to her ignoring me and acting as if I don’t exist.

It’s never been like this between us. Last night, when I carried her into the house, she opened her eyes long enough to tell I hurt her. Thrown and confused, I undressed her and got her into bed.

I went from perplexed to panicked when I couldn’t find her yesterday, but her bodyguard was still in the house. His ass was fired on the spot. For now, Dwayne will take over her security until we find a replacement. Losing my wife is unacceptable.

Other than my sons, she’s the most important thing in the world to me. I haven’t gotten a second of sleep all night. If I knew what was wrong, I could work to fix it.

I’ve been so fucking stressed out. Between putting out a new album for the first time in two years and trying to have another baby, I feel like the deck is stacked against me. When we didn’t get pregnant at first, we both shrugged it off.

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