Page 36 of When We Breathe
“I can drive you home,” Millie offers, but I shake my head.
“Actually, the walk sounds kind of nice, and I’ll just crash and head home in the morning.”
Home.It’s not really my apartment anymore, although I’ve been stubborn about giving it up. I know that’s been a sore spot for Adam and Gabe.
But I need a backup plan.
We exchange hugs and smiles, and then I’m walking the couple of short blocks to the apartment above the garage. Pulling my phone out, I type a quick message to my guys.
Me: Hi, sexy men! Book club was so fun! Drank too much, so I’m walking to my apartment. Will crash there and come to your place in the morning. Sweet dreams. xoxo
As I go to slip my phone in my pocket, my toecatches on an uneven crack in the concrete, and I go down hard, scraping my knees.
“Shit.”
If I were sober, this would hurt far worse.
Thank God I’m not sober.
I manage to get myself back on my feet and stagger the last hundred feet or so to the apartment and make my way up the stairs. After fumbling with the lock, I stumble inside, close the door, and open the windows. It’s not as hot as it was a couple of months ago, but the air is stale because I’ve hardly been here.
“Miss them,” I mutter to myself as I walk to the bedroom. I don’t bother taking off my clothes as I fall onto the bed and take a deep breath.
I’ll just sleep and go home tomorrow.
Chapter Fourteen
GABE
I’m already sitting in the hot tub behind the house when Adam walks through the back door, carrying two tumblers, each with two fingers of amber liquid. He passes me one before he joins me, but rather than lower into the water, he sits on the edge and dips his feet in.
Christ, he’s fucking sexy.
“See something you like?” he asks with a smirk before sipping his bourbon and then licking his lower lip.
“You know I do.” I sip my own and enjoy the way it burns going down. “As much as I hate Alex being gone, it’s good timing. We have to talk.”
He nods and slips down into the water, sitting across from me. Pulling my foot into his lap, he starts to rub the arch with his thumb, and I close my eyes, melting into his touch.
“You have such good fucking hands.”
He growls, and I look over to find him watching me with thosehot gray eyes.
“Before I fuck you,” he says calmly, “we need to talk about our girl.”
“Right. Focus.” I drag my hand down my face. “We could just add on a good chunk of square footage for her. Or build her a she-shed out here. We have the acreage for it.”
Our home sits on two acres, and we could easily build her a little something of her own.
“That’s actually a good idea,” he says, running his fingertips up my calf. “Or if she wants to stay in the house, we can build the office-slash-library at that end of the building and add the square footage to the footprint.”
Nodding, I sigh when his thumb digs into my heel. “We’ll hire a decorator and an architect. Either way, we’ll need plans drawn up.”
“I can make those calls in the morning and get things started.”
Sliding to him, I cup his cheek and kiss him softly. He tastes like bourbon andAdam, and I fucking love it. My cock thickens. “The fact that you know who to call for that is fucking sexy. You know that, right?”
“I like taking care of both of you.”
