Page 46 of Can't Get Over You
And it wasn’t like it’d come out of nowhere. No, it had been building from the moment she’d clung to him on the bike. The press of her tits against his back, the scent he caught every time she shifted, the way she’d bent over to pick up wet towels after Cody’s bath… Jesus, the denim had clung to her ass so tightly he’d itched to peel them off and replace them with his hands.
The way her breasts bounced when she’d chased Cody to his room… It was hot.
Everythingabout her was fuck-hot.
He gripped his cock and squeezed. Without a doubt, he’d never been this attracted to anyone. Ever. At the church, he might not have recognized her. She’d tamed her curls, and the makeup was something a movie star might wear. Had he not known the way she carried herself, he’d have driven off with his family.
But he’d known. And he’d waited for her to come to him as he’d known she would.
In some inexplicable way, they were tied to each other.
His hard-on wasn’t going anywhere, so he’d have to rub one out in the shower. But just as he started to throw back the blanket, the door burst open, and Cody came careening into the room.
“Hey, Mister. Are you gonna teach me how to ride a bike now?”
His legs jerked and got tangled in the sheet. “Yeah. Sure. Where’s Miss O’Neill?”
“She’s outside. Talking to some guy.”
Some guy? Had to be the fuckwad. “Do me a favor?” He slept naked, so he wasn’t getting up. “Go get your socks and boots on while I take a quick shower and grab some coffee.”
But the kid didn’t budge. He stood there, watching him.
“What?” Jude asked.
“Are you really gonna get up?”
Ah. Okay.He wasn’t used to reliable people. Hanging onto the sheet, Jude jackknifed up and looked Cody square in the eyes. “Yes. I’m going to shower, brush my teeth, and then I’ll come get you.”
The answer seemed to satisfy him. “Okay.”
As soon as the kid left, Jude headed into the bathroom.
Tension tightened his muscles as he imagined the conversation Fee was having right then. She said she wouldn’t forgive the guy, but she’d had time to get over the initial shock. Maybe she’d change her mind.
He turned on the faucet.Good for her. Let her have the life she’s always wanted.
Restless and impatient, he didn’t wait for the water to warm up before stepping under the spray. Because it was bullshit. That wasn’t the right life for her. She’d never be happy with a man who kept things from her. She needed honesty and full disclosure. And she shouldn’t marry a manipulating son of a bitch.
When he closed his eyes and let the water saturate his scalp, all he saw was Finlay’s haunted expression when she’d run into the street in her wedding gown. The plea in her eyes.
Get me out of here.
Her life had flipped upside down. Everything she’d ever wanted was slipping through her fingers—including the house on Bloom Lane. And she didn’t deserve that.
That woman deserved everything.
Fuck it.Fighting the pull to her was exhausting and impossible. He needed to know she was okay. He needed to see if there was anything he could do to help her. In record time, he took his shower, brushed his teeth, and got dressed. He trampled down the stairs, ready to bust through the front door, but when he looked out the window, he found her making a snowman with Cody.
Just the two of them.
Which meant “that guy” was probably Jude’s dad.
Shake it off, man. Grab a coffee. He was home for one reason.Cody. And for the next six weeks, he had to make that boy his entire focus. Not Finlay.
As he headed to the kitchen, he heard laughter and deep voices.
Boone.
