Page 266 of Things Left Unsaid

“Seriously?”

“Yes. I don’t know for certain what Lydia had on her, but Juliette paid it.”

I gape at him. “No way.”

“Yes way.”

A hand curves around my waist and draws me against his chest. Despite the shocking news, I snuggle into him, mumbling, “Your mom knows we sleep together.”

“Do more than that.”

“You know what I mean.”

“What you’re saying is that she knows this is your bedroom now.”

Happily, I sigh. “Can I paint it?”

“Sure.”

“What about my old bedroom?”

“Convert it into an office.”

“You sure?”

“Never been more sure about anything in my whole life,” he vows, smoothing a hand along my back until I drift off.

Suddenly, tomorrow’s problems aren’t much of a burden.

Because I have a new bedroom—and it’s one I’ll be sharing with my husband.

Permanently.

Zee

“You sure you want to do this?”

I flick a scowl at Tee. “Don’t talk me out of it.”

“We’ve been standing here for twenty minutes.”

“Colt isn’t complaining,” I argue, though he brought out his phone ten minutes ago and has been sending emails with one hand as his other is currently being strangled by mine.

“Colt gets laid.” Tee pauses. “Byyou?Withyou?”

“This isn’t an English lesson,” I hiss, growing tense as the clipping sound of heels echoes down the corridor behind me.

The police have been eyeing us oddly since we showed up.

At first, one of the officers approached us, thinking Colt was here to see his father. But when he refused, the guy behind the desk blinked, took his seat once more, and returned to work.

Sure, every couple minutes, he glances at us, but that’s fine with me.

Tee huffs. “These chairs are uncomfortable.”

“You didn’t have to come.”

“Duh. Of course, I did. But I didn’t think we’d be waiting for you to get a move on. Not when we have to haul our asses to the triplets and Callan’s graduation ceremony.”

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