Page 25 of Blue Moon Love

But now things were different. She was different. I could feel her putting walls up, and I wanted to kick them down like an emotional SWAT team.

Headlights shone through the front blinds, and I turned my head and saw her pulling up into the driveway. For the first time since she’d walked out that door, my body relaxed.

“Mommy’s home.” I scratched Winnie, who was curled up beside me on the couch behind the ear.

I peered out at her through the blinds as she stepped out of her Jeep. Even in the dimness of nightfall, I could see how beautiful she looked. Moonlight shone down on her long, copper-colored locks. Her fair skin glowed with ethereal beauty. Her full red lips shimmered with a glossy hue. I hadn’t seen what was beneath her coat before she left, but I was sure whatever it was looked amazing. Just thinking of her curves hidden beneath her trench had my heart rate picking up.

As she walked up the steps, I turned my attention back to Winnie, so she didn’t catch me acting like a peeping tom.

“How was dinner?” I asked before she even had a chance to close the door behind her.

She jumped and spun around to me. “Why are you sitting in the dark?”

Was I? I glanced around and saw that the TV was off and no lights in the house were on. I guess I hadn’t noticed when the sun went down because I was too busy looking up Jonah on my phone.

“Nothin’ on TV,” I explained.

“You couldn’t sleep?” she asked as she flipped on the light over the entrance.

It illuminated all around her, giving her an angelic glow. I watched as she removed her coat and revealed what was beneath it. The sight had my mouth watering like Niagara Falls. She was wearing a black dress; it wasn’t revealing at all, it was sleeveless with a scoop neck, and it went down to her mid-calf, but the material hugged her curves like a second skin. My eyes scanned her body, drinking in her hourglass figure.

“Sam?” she said my name as if she were asking a question.

My eyes shot back up to hers. “What?”

“You couldn’t sleep?” She repeated the question I’d totally forgotten she’d even asked. “Milo said you kicked him out because you were tired and wanted to sleep.”

Oh, right. I had done that.

“No, I couldn’t get comfortable.” That wasn’t a lie. I hadn’t been able to get comfortable, but that had less to do with my physical aches and pains and more to do with my anxiety and stress at her being on a date with Jonah I-played-in-the-NFL Walsh.

Kenna nodded as she bent down and slipped off her high heels. After lowering onto her bare feet, she sighed in relief as she set her shoes beside the door. She wasn’t a high-heel girl. She’d always hated wearing them. She only ever pulled them out on special occasions. Between that dress and those heels, this date was clearly a special occasion. That knowledge hit me like a cement slab to the nuts.

Another soft exhale fell from her lips as she gathered her hair, twisting it around with her hands before curling it into a bun on the top of her head, revealing the sensual curve of her neck. “Do you need anything?”

Yes. You.

“No.”

Her lips pursed the way they did when she was thinking as she picked up one of my prescriptions and squinted down at it. She was reading it when her phone buzzed, and she pulled it out of her purse. From the look on her face, I knew who the message was from. It was Jonah, making sure she got home okay.

She bit her lower lip as she typed back.

“Tell Jonah I said hi.”

Her eyes lifted to mine. For a moment, she looked surprised that I knew who was messaging her, but then she looked back down and put her phone away.

Now, she was ignoring my comments altogether, not even dignifying them with a response. This was not good—not good at all.

“Milo said you barely ate any pizza.” She changed the subject completely.

“Did he also tell you I took a shit?” I snapped at her. I didn’t mean to. It wasn’t her fault that I was being a little bitch about this situation. I seriously needed to get my shit together and stop taking out my heartache and frustration on her.

She was perfect. An angel. My angel. She’d never done anything to deserve me being a dick.

“No, but I’m glad you did,” she replied, as if she hadn’t even noticed my curt tone. “That can be an issue with your pain medicine.”

Why were we talking about me shitting? I needed to turn this around.

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