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I don’t give him a chance to answer, instead I shut the door, start the SUV, and drive away. It isn’t until I am almost back to my office that I realize tears are running down my face.

Chapter Twenty-Three

Jasper

I stare at the envelopes on my desk and there’s this pit in my stomach. Letting Lorelei drive away today was awful, but she was upset, and I didn’t want to make it worse. Plus, I’m a fucking coward. She was right though. I would’ve kept avoiding her because I’m a dick.

Maybe I just need to open them, read them, and then put them away. Fuck, what the hell do I do? I grab my phone and hope he’s free to talk.

Linc answers. “What’s up, brother?”

I proceed to tell him about Mom, Lorelei, and our fight today.

“Holy shit, that’s crazy. I remember her just a little bit.” He sighs. “What are you going to do? I can’t imagine what you’re going through.”

“It has me all fucked, and seeing Jamie all grown up, she’s married, and I wasn’t there. I have a half-fucking-brother that I’ve never met.” I stare up at the ceiling and pinch the bridge of my nose. “I just don’t know what to do, but above all else, I need to make things right with Lorelei.”

“You should, man. You almost lost her once. Don’t throw what you have away for someone you may or may not reconnect with,” he advises earnestly.

We say goodbye and I throw the letters into my messenger bag. I close down my computer and then head out. Before I head home, I grab Lorelei a huge bouquet of pink peonies, because they are her favorite flower.

Thankfully, her SUV is in the driveway. I won’t lie, I was afraid I’d ruined things and she’d be gone. Not like I’d blame her. For the past month it fell on her to put the house together, thinking the worst of me, but still being here every night.

Climbing out of my truck, I grab the flowers and messenger bag then head inside. I find Lorelei in the kitchen, stirring something in a pan that smells an awful lot like her famous steak tacos.

She doesn’t turn to look at me and I know just how bad I’ve fucked this up. I step up behind her, wrapping my arms around her, and letting her see the flowers. “I’m sorry. I’ve handled this whole situation wrong. We’re partners and I should’ve leaned on you. You’ve done so much to make this place our home, and I had no hand in it at all. I’m sorry.”

Turning in my arms, she looks up at me. Her hazel eyes are bright with unshed tears. “We’re supposed to be a team. Lack of communication is what caused our issues before. Please don’t shut me out.”

I lay the flowers down and pull her face to mine, kissing her deeply. She immediately melts into me, and I feel my whole body relax.

“I better finish dinner,” she whispers against my lips.

I step back. “Can I help with anything?”

Lorelei has me get the sides ready, which includes shredding the cheese. I turn Journey on, thank God for built-in speakers throughout the whole house. We work quietly side by side and once I finish my part, I find a vase for the flowers.

I place them on the kitchen table and move to stand by Lie, leaning against the counter. “When I’m ready, would you look at those letters from my mom with me?”

She nods. “Of course. Yes, whatever you want.”

Reaching out I place my hand on her lower abdomen, it feels firm. “I can’t believe our baby is in there. It’s changed so much. Fuck, I’m so sorry, baby.”

I kiss her temple and hug her tight. Her stomach growls, making us laugh. “Let’s get you fed, baby.” That’s exactly what I do.

***

Lorelei slides into bed next to me, and I pull her into my arms.

“I’ve missed you,” she says softly as she climbs on top of me. Leaning in, she kisses me. It starts soft and sweet, but in no time it turns heated.

My tongue brushes the seam of her lips, and she opens to me. I run my hands up her back under her shirt. Her skin is warm and soft. My cock is hard and aching to be inside her, but I don’t want this to be a wham, bam, thank you, ma’am.

Lorelei grinds against me, moaning into my mouth. I move my hands down to grip her hips, rocking her against my dick. Only her panties and my boxer briefs keep me from thrusting inside her.

She pulls away and pushes up, whipping her shirt off.

“Fuck, your breasts are sensational,” I say before reaching up and grabbing them in my hands. They’re bigger, firmer, and the way she cries out when I pinch her nipples tells me they’re more sensitive too.

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