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“Hold on just a second. Don’t leave.”
I wonder if she’s going to be mad at me when she gets back. Maybe I overstepped a boundary. I anxiously wait for her to return.
When she finally does, I brace myself for impact. I figure she’s about to be pissed although I’m not exactly sure why.
When I see her, it’s clear she was ready for our night together. She has some pretty makeup on her eyes, and her hair is curled.
And she’s wearing a cute sun dress that hugs every delicious curve.
She walks toward me and doesn’t stop before she wraps her arms around my neck in a hug.
“Thank you,” she says. “Thank you for taking care of my girl.”
I hold her close and kiss the top of her head. “You’re welcome, baby. Is she okay?”
“She’s already asleep, but ask me in the morning. I might kill her.” She looks up at me. “I’m sorry our evening was ruined.”
“Yeah, let me just say damn, you look incredible, but that’s okay. There will always be other nights. One of these days, we’ll get a chance for some alone time.”
She gets a wicked grin on her lips. “Actually, I wanted to talk to you. I think I have a solution to that.”
Chapter forty-four
Mothers and Daughters
Michelle
Istare at the clock, anxiously waiting for it to read 7:00. I told myself I’d let Eve sleep until seven. I wanted to wake her up a whole lot earlier, but I was trying to figure out what I wanted to say.
I still don’t know, but it’s almost showtime. I’ll wing it.
6:59.
Oh, come on.
Last night, after she emptied the contents of her stomach, I got her into bed. She mumbled, “Mom, Coach Miller is a really good guy. You need to find someone like him. He saved me tonight.”
My thoughts go to Dane. He really is a great man. Aside from my dad and brother, he’s thebest man I know. Just thinking about him makes me realize how lucky I am. And what are the odds that he would find her like he did?
My stomach churns as I imagine the awful things that could have happened had Dane not been there. I have no idea what she was thinking.
7:00.
Time to find out.
Standing up, I head toward Eve’s room while turning on the most annoying song I can find and blaring it through the speakers on my phone. The moment I step through the bedroom door, she tries covering her head with a pillow, but there’s no way in hell I’m letting her get away with that.
I snatch it off her head and toss it across the room. Then, I do the same to her blankets.
“Oh, no, little girl,” I say.
“Mom,” she groans. “Can we do this later?”
“No. Get up. Now.”
“I feel like shit.”
“Good. Let’s go. I’m not asking again. You have two minutes to meet me in the living room, or your phone is mine for a month.”
