Page 87 of Owned By The Cowboy
“I can’t believe you did all this,” I breathe softly, getting on my tiptoes and pulling down his face for a kiss.
“Believe it,” he murmurs against my lips.
“Mom!” Annalise appears in the doorway. “Can we have pizzatonight?”
“Sure, baby.”
“Can we eat it in my room?”
“Annalise…”
“Can we…”
My phone rings, cutting her off. I glance at the screen, and my stomach drops. It’s Richard.
“I should take this,” I tell Blayne.
“Everything okay?”
“Yeah, just… give me a minute.”
I step into the hallway and answer the call.
“Richard.”
“Hey Reggie. How are you?”
“We’re fine.”
“Good, good. Listen, I was thinking about coming out for a visit. See the kids, see how you’re all doing.”
“A visit?”
“Just a weekend. I miss you guys.”
Bullshit. He’s barely called since the divorce was final.
“I don’t think that’s a good idea right now. We’re still gettingsettled.”
“All the more reason for me to come help. Where are you living? Still in that little cottage?”
“No, we moved.”
“Oh? Where to?”
Before I can answer, Blayne appears with a box in his arms.
“Babe, where do you want your books?” he calls out.
There’s silence on the other end of the phone. Dead silence.
“Regina,” Richard’s voice comes out different colder. “Who was that?”
“A friend.”
“What kind of friend calls you ‘babe’?”
“Richard…”
