Page 54 of Second Chance Husband

And how rich was that coming from me.

I got on the highway, but instead of taking my exit, I took hers. I wasn’t quite sure what I was supposed to say to her, or even if it would be tonight. But maybe I would figure out something.

So when I found myself in front of her door, the driveway empty, telling me that the girls had left, I let out a breath, and was grateful when she opened the door.

She had a glass of wine in her hand, with just leggings on, and her sports bra.

I raised a brow. “You’re working out?”

“I was going to get into some yoga with some wine after the girls left. I’m all edgy. What’s wrong, August?” she asked as she took a step back. I moved inside and noticed that she had on hot-pink toenail polish.

Why the hell was that sexy?

“Come with me to the wedding,” I blurted. I hadn’t even realized I was going to say the words at all. But they were out there now, and I wanted to say them.

She stared at me, then gestured with the wine glass toward the rest of the bottle on the counter.

“Do you want to pour yourself a glass of wine and repeat that?”

I laughed, then sighed and walked to the counter, and did indeed pour myself a glass. “Come with me to the wedding. I feel like I’m going to punch someone when I’m there.”

“And you want to take me with you for that?” she said dryly.

My eyes widened and I turned to her. “No. I want someone I know that’s going to be there.” I winced. “I want you there, Paisley. And I don’t know what this means, and I know we should talk about it, but hell, you should be there for the show.”

She sighed, then pulled on my shirt so I moved forward.

“Okay.”

“Yeah?”

“Okay. I want to see the show.”

I leaned down and brushed my lips against hers. “Thank you, Paise.”

“No problem, Augie.”

“You know I hate that name.”

“True. Do you want to stay?” she asked, her voice soft, and my shoulders relaxed. I hadn’t even realized I had been tense since I had walked out of that office.

“Yeah?”

It was a question, not a statement, and she smiled.

“Yeah. Stay the night. And then I’ll go with you to that wedding. And I’ll look fabulous.”

“I think that won’t be too difficult.”

“Look at you, with all the compliments.”

“I try.”

She studied my face, and I knew there were questions there, with answers that I was afraid to give.

But she didn’t ask them, and I didn’t ask her anything either. Instead, I let her drag me down the hall, and I went easily.

Greedily.

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