Page 32 of Serendipity
“Come by anytime.”
“Yeah,” comes her quiet reply.
The door shuts and Leah comes down the hallway looking thoroughly concerned.
“She’s not all right.”
“No, it didn’t sound like it,” I agree.
Leah chews on her bottom lip and I take her in my arms. “After Boone gets home, we’ll make sure he checks on her, yeah?”
“That’d be good.”
She doesn’t seem to relax any so I suggest, “Should we text him? Let him know she stopped by?”
Leah shakes her head. “I think it’ll be better to let him have a fun afternoon because whatever she was here for, I have a feeling it’s going to rock his world.”
She is definitely right about that. Even I have a sick feeling about it and I didn’t even get a look at the girl.
“How about we sit down and watch a movie?”
Her grateful smile almost makes me drop to my knees.
“That’d be good.”
We settle on the couch, with me pulling her in close to me, and do a terrible job of concentrating on the movie in front of us. I couldn’t even tell someone what it was if I was under duress because the scent of her subtle perfume and the feel of her against me is all I can think about.
I kiss the side of her head and lay a hand on her thigh, tracing a lazy figure-eight pattern with the tip of my finger. She practically purrs against me and nuzzles her nose into my neck.
“You smell good,” she murmurs, kissing me.
“So do you. I have no idea what movie we’re watching,” I admit.
She giggles and looks up at me. “Me either.”
“Bedroom?”
She nods excitedly and I pull her off the couch.
Just as we’re about to enter through the doorway of her bedroom, the doorbell rings. Again.
I groan and hit my head against the wall.
“What is it with today?”
She laughs again. “It’s never like this. I promise.”
“Make whoever it is go away. Unless it’s Daisy then plant her ass in here and help her.”
Her eyes soften and I know I said the right thing, which makes my chest swell.
The doorbell rings again and I have a feeling it’s not Daisy. She was too shy to be determined like that.
Leah opens the door and I hear a deep growl, “We need to fucking talk.”
“Brett. What are you doing here?”
“Did I not just say we gotta talk?”
