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I linger by the door, not storming out. “I’m not trying to be dramatic. But I’m not going to deal with the passive aggressiveness.”
He takes in a deep breath. “Ignoring each other won’t be good in the long run.”
I nod understanding. He kisses my forehead.
“I don’t know why she’s worried,” he whispers. “I personally can’t wait to see how you make the little bastard worship the ground you walk on.”
A blush creeps across my cheeks. “Dad.”
He chuckles. “The Zimins are nothing but foolish romantics.”
So is he, but I don’t need to point it out.
CHAPTER 25
Lennie
Iarrive to an empty apartment, Elijah having left after I did. Albert wags his tail in greeting. I take him out, feed him dinner, and then change into one of Elijah’s large T-shirts.
It’s late when he gets in. I know he knows already. Leave it to my dad to text something to Lev.
He quietly comes in, shucking off his clothes. He’s gentle when he climbs under the covers and pulls my back into his chest. I hold onto the hand that’s wrapped around my waist and that’s how we fall asleep.
In the morning I get a text from Adeline.
Adeline: What in the World War III did you just kick off?
She quickly sends a follow-up.
Adeline: Call me if you need me, sissy. I LOVE YOU!
“Are we talking about it or are we not talking about it?” Elijah asks while pouring me a cup of coffee.
“There’s nothing to say.” I hold the cup in my hands, seeking the warmth.
He lifts his scalding coffee, sipping it while raising one brow.
I defend coming back to his place. “We need space. I didn’t run away.”
That part he agrees with. “You came home.”
I hold my coffee closer. I’m not agreeing with anything, but a thrill runs down my spine.
“Mom will calm down,” I say into my mug.
He rounds the counter, kissing the top of my head as he sits on a barstool. “You don’t have to be the positive one.”
My anxiety often makes me into a negative nelly, so I’m surprised by his statement. “What should I be then?”
“I’d begin with admitting that your mother is throwing a hissy fit.”
I watch steam swirl from the mug. Guess I won’t be expecting Elijah to try to forge a bridge with Mom anytime soon.
“You’re the daughter she could always control.” He rushes to finish when I open my mouth. “Natalie and Adeline told her to get a life a long time ago. She’s mistaking your loyalty for approval of her actions.”
“God, you sound like a therapist.”
“She’s never had to change because you let her do as she please.”
