Page 26 of Sire
It can’t be this simple.
Easily, Wren chats with Ms. Davis. Naturally, she bounces, soothing the baby. Quickly, she must feel me staring as she turns my way … and smiles.
Jesus, Jesus.
Okay, you’re convinced she’s the one, but I’m not.
CHAPTER FIVE
WREN
Home.
I haven’t stopped thinking about that word. That moment. That soft peck on my forehead.
That was last night, and I swear Sire’s innocent kiss still ghosts my skin.Welcome home, Wren Chapel.He’ll never know what that meant to me.
Everything.
Like everything I lost.
He chomps on an apple he grabbed in the produce section. “Do you need more Always pads?” Smiling, he casually points down the personal-care aisle of the grocery store.
Uh, what made Mr. Grumpy suddenly so sweet?
I haven’t seen him all day. It flew by while I took care of babies, and I loved it. I was in my element.
But this? It’s weird. It’s like he’s been smoking heavenly weed. He’s all smiling and shit.
He’s been looking at me that way since he met me in the preschool pick-up line. Sweetly, he took the baby from my arms like it was his, too, and I don’t want to read into it.
But I do.
“I’m good,” I answer.
“Motrin?”
“Got it. But I need this.” I grab a container of feta cheese. “It’s for your salads.”
“I don’t put cheese on my salads.”
“You do now.”
He chuckles. “Just keep it healthy.”
“Peach cobbler is healthy. Right?”
“Wrong.”
I reach for a box of butter sticks. And another. “If it’s fruit, it’s healthy. If it’s covered in butter, it’s even better.”
He grins, eyeing the baking goods I’ve loaded in the grocery cart. But don’t think I missed all the eyes on him today.
It’s not like you can ignore Sire. His height. His ink. His broad shoulders tapering to his narrow waist. He can’t hide the muscles under his hot combo of tight, grey dress pants, a loose V-neck T-shirt, and bright white sneakers.
He’s got a style you can’t ignore.
A body demanding your eyes.
