Page 18 of Ever After All

“Does that mean I can come over tonight?” I asked, my voice low.

“Tonight?” she squeaked.

“Yes. I want to sleep beside you, sweetheart.”

Her lashes swept down, and she tapped her fingers along my collarbone again. “Okay.”

“Are you working tomorrow?”

Her lashes lifted, and she nodded. “I have to leave for work at seven. I usually go get coffee in town.”

“Perfect. I’ll meet you there. We’re going to drive separately to meet and have coffee.”

“After you spend the night at my house?” she asked.

“Yup. I’ll run into you at the coffee shop, and no one will know we just had a whole night together.”

“Wyatt—”

I cut her off with a quick kiss. “Rosie, you know how good it was for us that week. You know how good it was just tonight. No sense in going to all the trouble of getting a divorce if maybe it’s worth it.”

She studied me. “Are you serious, Wyatt?” she finally asked.

I held her gaze, wondering just how much to say. I decided to toe the edge of the truth without going too far into it. “Yes. It’s never been this good for me with anyone. I think that might be the case for you. Why not see if we can have more?”

She stayed quiet, vulnerability flickering in her eyes. I wanted to hold her close and make sure she knew her heart was safe with me. Yet I knew she wasn’t quite there yet and pushing too far too fast would blow up.

“I already know you, and you already know me. What if it’s even better?” I added.

Chapter Ten

Rosie

A few days later

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“Dad, I got it,” I said as I walked into the garage, where he was trying to heft something onto the top of a metal shelf.

My dad let out a grunt of frustration as he turned to face me and lowered his arms. “I should be able to do this.”

I glanced down to see that the wheels on the metal shelving weren’t locked into place. Leaning over, I quickly clicked the locks on the caster wheels before straightening. “Now you can,” I replied with a reassuring smile.

My dad chuckled. “I kept wondering why the shelf kept moving. Wasn’t thinking.” He quickly reached up and placed his box of fishing gear precisely where he wanted it on the top shelf, where it had been stored for as long as I could remember.

“Fishing lately?” I asked as we turned together and walked toward the door that led into the kitchen from the garage.

“Just went yesterday.”

“You did?”

My dad waggled his brows as he held the door open for me as I walked through. “You don’t know everything I do, Rosie.”

I rolled my eyes as I sat down in the chair by the kitchen table. “I don’t want to know everything you do, Dad.”

“Would you like some coffee?” he asked.

I shook my head. “Thank you, but no. I’m headed in to meet Tessa and McKenna for coffee before work.”

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