Page 10 of Where We Found Our Home
Nevaeh giggles. “You’re my favorite! That’s why my Linky was there to save you today. I wanted yous to meet.”
I start to intervene before Nevaeh can say anything else embarrassing like how I was drooling over her in the window before the incident, but Ciara surprises me with her next comment.
“Well, I’m sure that’s not exactly the meeting you had in mind, but I’m glad we did meet.”
She looks up at me, and I’m once again lost in those eyes.
“Alright, Ciara, we have you set up in the guest room upstairs. Linc, the couch is all yours, my guy.”
Ciara side-eyes me. “I didn’t realize you were staying too.”
“Yeah, Linc, why are you here again?” Sasha asks, trying to hide her amusement.Asshole.
“I just figured it would be best for me to check on you tonight. Sasha sleeps like a log, so there’s no way she’s getting up to look in on you.” All the adults look at me like I’ve grown three heads.
The rest of the day flies by with easy conversation. Carter and Sasha give Ciara recommendations for places to visit outside of the city. Nevaeh shows off her toys. I encourage Ciara to take a nap but she refuses, though she does pop her pain medicine so I know her head is still bothering her.
Sasha yawns. “Alright, well, we’re gonna head up. Ciara, I’ll put some clothes in your room to sleep in and towels for your shower. Just let me know if you need anything else.”
“Thank you both, really,” Ciara responds.
“Can I stay with Linky for a little bit?” Nevaeh asks. Sasha looks to me, and I nod in silent permission. Nevaeh pumps her fists in victory.
“Fine, little girl. But behave.” Sasha and Carter head upstairs.
Nevaeh nudges me in the side. “Can we watch a movie?” Nevaeh looks between Ciara and me with that puppy dog look she’s perfected.
“We should let Ciara rest, Short Stack. She shouldn’t watch TV anyway with her concussion.”
“Actually, I’m not quite ready for bed yet. I’ll close my eyes during the movie, but I’d love to sit with you guys while you watch. Just let me take a shower first.”
I swat the image of Ciara naked in the shower out of my head.
“Yeah, okay, great. We’ll get it set up. Take your time.”
Ciara bites her bottom lip and nods.
I’m vaguely aware of Nevaeh going to the kitchen to get snacks, but I watch Ciara the whole way up the stairs.
Ciara
What in the entire fuck am I thinking? “I’d love to sit with you guys while you watch”? Have I lost my mind?
A long time ago, yes.
I roll my eyes at myself. The correct thing to do would’ve been to say, “Yeah, your uncle’s right. I shouldn’t watch TV with a concussion, so I’ll just go to bed. I’m sorry. See you in the morning.” But no. The cuteness of a five-year-old and the damn queen downstairs that zeroed in on Lincoln’s fine ass had me opening my big mouth.
And the worst part is that I actually am tired and I do have a headache.
This is not what I’m supposed to be doing. I left my family behind to start fresh somewhere else in the hopes that if he found me again I’d be alone and my loved ones would be out of danger.
How did I go from casually making small talk with Sasha and her daughter to staying at her house after a near death accident? And why in the hell did her brother have to be so gorgeous?
When I first opened my eyes and saw him looking at me, I was convinced I was dreaming.
When I got a good look at him in the hospital, I couldn’t take my eyes off of him. I’m five feet seven and he stands a good seven inches taller than I do. His chocolate skin stood out against his white T-shirt that was molded to his bulging biceps. He has a full beard and mustache, but I could still make out the dimple on his left cheek. His eyes are a warm, deep brown, and I swear they can see through to my soul. Even his damn bushy eyebrows are sexy. He was wearing jeans that hugged his muscular thighs but weren’t too tight, and all I could think about was wrapping my legs around them while he fucked me senseless. Honestly, the more I think about it, the more I’m convinced that my head injury didn’t cause my confusion during Dr. Lewis’s questions. I think I kept getting flustered by Lincoln’s presence.
That damn man.
