Page 543 of The Winslow Brothers

I shake my head to clear it, realizing I’m missing some pretty important shit. I should be laughing at the mental image of Flynn “partying hard” with a group of infants.

Still, as Remy holds the door and smiles at the hostess like the proud head of a young family, I can’t stop my thoughts from swirling entirely.

This thing we’re doing…it’s already complicated. And quite frankly, I’m starting to rely on it pretty freaking heavily.

Remy’s help is central to my schedule these days, and I don’t know what I’m going to do if bringing sex into it is the thing that turns it all on its head.

Like, incredible, had-forgotten-it-existed kind of orgasmic sex. But still. I’ve grown to need him in lots of ways. His friendship. His support. His selfless help.

And I can’t decide if it makes me selfish that I honestly don’t know what I’d do without him at this point.

Remy looks back with crinkled eyebrows as the hostess grabs our menus and heads in the direction of a table. “You coming, Ri?” he asks, suspicion of my distance lurking right under the surface of his friendly face.

I smile then, taking his outstretched hand and walking to our table in the back of the restaurant. I’m not confident that I have any of the answers I’m looking for, and I’m even less sure I’ll get them.

But Remy’s warm hand and smile are like gifts from heaven above, making my chest feel full and free at the same time. I’m not about to let myself fuck that up right now. No way.

When we sit down at the table, I open my menu dutifully, ready to pick out my meal and keep my mouth shut like a good little girl.

Remy chats amiably with both me and the baby, and I smile and nod back when I can manage.

But for as much as I stare at the menu and the man and the baby and try to remind myself that only a twisted individual would jeopardize this moment with thoughts, all I can see is the image of Remy on top of me, his cock between my legs and my heart beating out of my chest. Even while the waiter comes to take our order—and after—all I can see is a physically,intimatelyconnected Remy and me.

I mean, the man is hot. The sex was hot. I don’t have a clue on earth how I’m going to continue on like nothing ever happened. I just wish that didn’t seem like the only option here.

Mouth with a mind of its own, I blurt. Just word vomit all over the table and Remy and every carefully placed plan I’ve just come up with. He’s even in the middle of talking about something else entirely, but my nerves don’t care. They can’t wait.

“Maybe we can—”

“Maybe we should talk about the fact that we had sex last night.”

Remy instantly jumps from his position and reaches forward to cover Izzy’s ears. “Ixnay on the ex-say. There’s a baby here.”

I roll my eyes. “You know she can’t understand you, right? She has no idea what sex means. She doesn’t even really know what words mean, Rem.”

“Actually, there are several studies on the psychology of influence at an early age and promiscuity. They can be directly tied to low self-worth and impulsivity.”

“Influence of having a conversation in front of a baby can do all that? Where on earth did you hear that?”

“A very reputable source.”

I crook an eyebrow, and he chuckles.

“Okay, it was Lexi. But I’m telling you, if that kid said it, it’s true.”

“I just feel like we need to talk about it,” I state without wavering. “And while I know Lexi is brilliant beyond her years, Izzy isn’t going to understand a single word that’s being said right now. Like, not at all.” I pointedly nod down at the still-sleeping baby attached to his chest.

But he just takes it all in stride. Easy peasy, relaxed as can be. “Don’t worry, we’ll talk about it.”

“We will?”

“Definitely.”

“Remy—”

“Ri, I promise you, we’ll talk about it. I wouldloveto talk about it, in fact. There are so many things I could discuss in relationto this topic. But let’s do it later, okay? Right now, let’s just have dinner.”

“I just don’t want things to be—”

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