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“So what if he does?”

“Really?” I gestured back and forth between us as my skin got all tingly. “You don’t see the problem here?”

“It’s nobody’s business but yours why I’m here.”

I quirked a brow. “Awfully nice of you to say that when you had no intention of telling me to begin with.”

“I’m not bothering you. Look. I’m getting back inside my truck to sleep.” He strode toward his vehicle.

So freaking stubborn… “At least sleep in the guest room.”

He looked beyond me after I spoke, squinting toward my front door. “I don’t think that’s possible, Peyton.” His voice was like pure golden honey every time he softened that gruff tone of his.

I shivered. Maybe it was too cool outside for T.J. after all.

“Go inside and sleep. You know I’m out here if you need me.”

My shoulders drooped. “I’m not going to change your mind, am I?”

“No.”

“Let me bring you some blankets and pillows at least…”

“If that will please you, I’ll take them.”

My face warmed. Well, why did he have to go and say it like that?

After I fed my son and put him back to sleep, I walked out and forced Silas out of his truck so I could situate his sleeping area with fluff. He was too big to be comfortable sleeping in the cab, but I tried my best.

When I was back in my room, I checked T.J. before walking over to the window. Silas’s truck was so obvious. It was alarming that I hadn’t noticed him all week.

And as much as it shouldn’t be okay, it was. Because it was him.

Chapter Twenty-Nine:

fuck it up

Silas

“Ialready told you I’m not going,” was how I answered Devin’s call.

Sarah piped up in the background. “Tell him Peyton needs a ride.”

My ears twitched. Hell, my entire body perked up. “Peyton’s going?”

And she needed a ride?

“Yeah, it seems she is,” Devin confirmed.

“Tell him she’s supposed to text him sometime today,” Sarah shouted.

“Peyton wants me to drive her?” I asked, confused.

My lips curved upward before I could stop it. Why hadn’t Peyton askedmeto drive her? She hadn’t mentioned it last night when she caught me outside her house. It was taking every ounce of my control lately not to rip her out of there. It only made it worse that Theodore started an argument with me every night.

The guilt was gone. All that was left was determination.

Ignoring me, Devin grumbled at his wife. “Jesus. Go over there and stand. Don’t yell in my ear.”

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