Page 102 of Dream Girl
All this was too much.
While I believed Evan with all my heart, did Wes even want me? Or was it just a fascination? I let the tears fall as all the confusion I’d felt came to the surface.
“There you are.” Evan sat next to me and pulled me to him. “Why are you crying?”
I buried my face in his shoulder but said nothing.
“Hey. What’s wrong?” He wiped my tears away with his thumb.
“It could be months before I get my memories back.” I sniffed.
He held me to him and kissed the top of my head. “We’re here, and it’s okay. Join me? I want you to meet Rose. I think you have a lot in common.”
“She’s also not from this world?” My voice went dry.
“You’re both members of the shitty mom club.”
It didn’t bother me that he said that, since he was right. Honestly, her cutting me off when I decided to get my PhD instead of moving home and teaching was the best thing she ever did for me. I had no regrets about not setting things ‘right’ with her before she died.
“Please tell me you met with a therapist today?” he asked.
“Luc the integration counselor?” I shrugged, not sure if it was the same. “Does Wes even want me here?”
“Peaches, he has spent the last week or so by your side, snuggling you, taking care of you, and learning everything about you, like how to make you squeal.” He nibbled my neck, making me mew. “Sure, Wes is a good guy, but even with all that’s happening, he wouldn’t be doing everything he has if he didn’t want to. Maybe I haven’t been clear enough, but I want you here, too. I understand that you feel out of place, but please, let us love you.”
I gazed into his dark brown eyes. “I suppose.”
What he was asking was a lot in the grand scheme of things. But I wanted it.
“Good.” He captured my lips with his.
“Hey, no making out in the hallway.” Carly in her Center polo gave us a huge smile as she joined us.
Evan grinned. “You’re just jealous.”
“Kinda.” She bit her lower lip and grinned. “Hey, my guy said he can do what you need, based on the specs you sent.”
I blinked. “What are we doing?”
“Putting a door between my bathroom and your room. I guess the original floor plan called for it, but when our house was built, the then-owners opted out. Carly’s alpha is a contractor. Thanks.” He smiled at Carly, then stood and helped me up. “Let’s go meet Rose. Maybe she’ll make you a bracelet.”
Evan led me through a gymnasium. In one corner, some people played a game that looked like volleyball and badminton had a baby. In another area, a group was learning self-defense.
“We should have Jett teach you some stuff,” Evan said, waving at a couple of people.
“Jett, not Wes?” I asked.
“Boxing can be fun, but I was thinking more like hand-to-hand combat. Unless you’d rather learn to wrestle, that would be Brennan,” he grinned.
“I don’t think Brennan wants to wrestle with me,” I replied. “Wait, didn’t he play rugby with Wes?”
“He wrestled too. Still does for fun,” Evan said.
We entered another room, which had a piano in a corner, along with a bunch of tables, a coffee cart, and shelves of games and art supplies.
“Can I play the piano at home?” I asked. “Doc says it might help me remember.”
“You play?” His eyes lit up.
