Page 22 of Liberating Love

I snort as I get out of the truck. It’s adorable that Aiden doesn’t think I can handle my kids. The minute I get in the house, I pull up the menu for one of my favorite restaurants nearby and place an order for delivery. We’ve shared enough meals with my sons for me to have an idea of what Aiden likes, and I’ll do anything to prolong his visit past what I’m sure he wants to consider nothing more than a booty-call. One step at a time, I’m going to win him over.

8

Aiden

Turning the water to scalding and trying to burn away the guilt isn’t helping, but it is helping my sore muscles a little. Sore from all the bedroom acrobatics I did with Delaney. Again. I still can’t believe I went over there.Again.

With a groan, I rub my face, then go through the motions of getting clean while trying to forget about the miles of muscles pounding me into the mattress and those green eyes staring at me with an affection that shouldn’t be there.

And how badly I want to do it again.

Jesus.

After my shower, I check on my mom who’s asleep in her bed before I climb into my own. My phone beeps on the nightstand, so I swipe it to check.

Holds: Jameson wants to know if you’re bringing your famous brownies on Sunday?

I sigh and close my eyes for a few seconds to stop the guilt from swirling around in my stomach. These guys have brought me into their group with open arms when no one else would even bother to speak to me, and here I am sleeping with Jameson’s father. With a sigh, I push my own feelings away and type out a response.

Me: What’s Sunday?

Holds: Weekly dinner. Be here at 4.

Me: 4? When did you turn into a little old grandma needing to eat dinner in the afternoon?

Holds: Just for that I’m not sharing any of the homemade salsa I’m making.

Holds: We’re not eating at 4 asshole. But if you’re even a minute late, I’m gonna let Peanut eat your face when you get here.

Me: Peanut wouldn’t eat a fly.

Holds: You don’t know that.

Me: I’ll be there at 4.

Holds: That’s better.

I chuckle as I set my phone back on the nightstand and pull up the blanket. The temporary reprieve from my thoughts was nice, but Delaney is already back in the forefront of my mind.

Ugh.

* * *

Drix takesone look at me in the breakroom and says, “Don’t tell me.”

I press my lips together so I won’t say anything.

After a minute, Drix sighs and shakes his head at me. “Not saying it is just as bad.”

“I saw him again last night.”

“Ergh.” Drix wrinkles his nose in disgust. “Why, why are you torturing me?”

“I could start telling you about all the positions we tr—”

“If you say one more word, I’m going to strangle you.”

I chuckle, then groan. “Why do I keep going over there?”

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