Page 61 of I've Got You

“You’re up.” Surprise lifted Davis’s voice as he entered the room and immediately stepped over to me and planted a solid kiss on my mouth. “Morning.”

I eyed him up and down, appreciating how well he filled his jeans. “Morning. The coffee should be good to pour. I’m just sorting the eggs.”

“Thank God. I think I need a double hit this morning, even if it’s coffee you’ve made.”

“Hey.” I shot him the evil eye and snorted. “And you were surprised I’m up? I wasn’t the one drinking random cocktails Ted was concocting last night.” I quirked my brows at him.

“Never again.” He looked a little peaky, but still sexy as hell despite his tired eyes. He sipped his coffee and sat next to Libby while I dished out the eggs. “This looks great. Thank you.”

“It’s the least I could do after last night.”

Davis leaned back and eyed me, his gaze trailing from my face to my groin and back up again. “That good, huh?” He looked pleased with himself, if not a little unsure.

I scoffed. “Erm, no, stud. I had to pour you into bed last night. I made sure Sandy got home safely, and Jenna took the boys home, despite my protests.” I shrugged.

Placing down his toast, Davis ran his tongue over his top teeth and quirked his brow at me. “So my promise—”

“You owe me.” I grinned salaciously. “I figured you could make good on it tonight.”

He sat forward, angling closer to me and picked up his toast. “I can make that happen, but only because I love you.”

My heart stuttered and threatened to burst out of my chest when it picked up speed. While I knew he hadn’t been drunk when he’d said those words to me yesterday, there was a trickle of anxiety that came with the light of day—maybe he wouldn’t be willing to repeat them. Insecurities sucked ass, and not in a good way.

“Well, it’s a good job I’ll hold you to it, as I love you.” I angled forward and snatched the toast from his hand, and leaned back laughing. While Davis looked unimpressed, Libby thought I was hilarious, so I took it as a win. “Denver is going to stop by later.”

Davis nodded, buttering another piece of toast. “Sounds good.”

“Thank you for contacting him. It meant a lot that he was here.”

“You’re welcome.”

Before I had a chance to dip into my yolk, my phone rang. I stood and collected it off the sideboard. It was Jenna. “Morning, sis, you—”

“Dad’s here.”

My gut clenched and I pursed my lips. “Why?”

“He’s being Dad. He also has my unsigned divorce papers that he keeps wafting around.”

“What the hell?”

“Yeah. I need—”

“Give me ten and just do your best to ignore him.”

“Okay. Thanks.”

“You’ll be fine. Ten.”

I was already out of the door and halfway up the stairs when I called back to Davis, “My dad’s arrived, causing shit for Jenna. I have to—”

“Hey.”

I made it to the top, my breath ragged, my heart working overtime as my anxiety ratcheted. I turned and looked at him. He was already fully dressed, unlike me, but he also had Libby in his arms and his car keys in his hand.

“Deep breaths, get a shirt and shoes on, and I’ll get Libby strapped in her seat. I’ll meet you in the car.”

I did as he said and inhaled and exhaled. I even managed a small smile. “Thank you.”

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