Page 207 of There's No Us Without You
With a shrug, he runs a hand over his face. “As you’d expect. But I think we’re good, considering he did call me when Eden showed up and started throwing her words around.”
“Do you mind?” Eden says, glaring at Will. “I’m telling the story.”
Goddamn, she’s adorable when she’s mad. Especially when she’s mad at Will.
“Go on, then,” Will says, gesturing towards me.
Squeezing my lips together to stop the laugh wanting to escape, I cover my mouth with a hand. I’d rather avoid those eyes of Will’s, thank you very much, so I snatch the strawberries up and yank the green bits off before shoving a couple into my mouth.
I almost groan, the sweetness of them like nothing I’ve ever tasted before. Days without eating anything makes me appreciate food even more.
I wonder if Eden has made me any brownies.
“Anyway,” Eden says, waving Will off, “when I got there, Gabby answered the door and things just... happened.” She shrugs and chews the side of her bottom lip.
“I can’t believe you did that for me,” I say, shoving another strawberry into my mouth.
“And for Will.” Eden lifts a shoulder and directs a wicked grin his way. “Even though he doesn’t deserve it sometimes. After everything she’s done to you both, I just lost my temper.”
I laugh and make my way into the lounge room to climb onto the couch beside her. With a soft smile, Eden plants her feet on my lap—food can wait. What I need right now is more important than physical nourishment—I need emotional nourishment. “Thanks for defending my honour, Pop-Tart. But don’t you ever do that again.”
“I promise nothing.” Eden winks and rubs the soles of her feet up and down my thighs.
Will heads into the kitchen to make us an early dinner, and after we’ve been thoroughly fed, he hands me a business card with a date and time on it.
I frown and glance over the card.
Who is Dr. Henrietta Robinson?
“What’s this?”
“I made an appointment for you to see a psychologist this Wednesday.”
Whoa. That’s . . .
Silence. I’m not sure how I feel about this. I know he’s just trying to help, but fuck... seeing a shrink. Seriously?
Eden traces little circles over my thigh with her finger when I don’t answer. “It’s a good idea, Em. We’re just looking out for you.”
The sad little half smile on her face has my heart melting and unable to say no.
After what I did to her—to Will—she’s still sitting here by my side, going in to bat for me when I have no right even asking her to stick around.
With a sigh, I sink further into the couch. “Fine. I’ll do it. But only because I’m craving some of those brownies you make.”
With a slap to my chest, Eden rolls her eyes. “Deal.”
I chuckle and nudge her ribs with my elbow.
Will only gives me a slight nod before switching the TV on. “This time,” he says, eyeing us both, “I’m choosing the movie.”
Eden opens her mouth to protest, but I stop her by tilting her chin up and pressing a kiss to her lips. Her body melts against mine, the little moan that escapes her throat vibrating through me.
I don’t care what they watch, as long as I get to watchthemfor the rest of my life.
FIFTY-EIGHT
Emerson
