Page 45 of Every Single Vow
“So, what’s the deal?” I press.
“No deal,” he says flippantly.
I call bullshit. No man puts up with someone like her for shits and giggles. And I’m one hundred percent sure it’s not for love.
I pause, gauging on whether I should ask or not. I settle on,why the hell not? “What about Laik...”
“Don’t.” He holds up a hand, his jaw flexing.
“Ok.” I close my mouth. “Off limits. I get it.”
He pushes to his feet. “Just wanted to come by and check in. I’ve got the finals in Vegas in a couple of weeks. Had some down time. I’ll probably go visit mom. Head out tomorrow morning.”
“Alright man.”
I stand to my feet. “Be safe. Keep your head straight. You got this.”
He nods, but the look in his eyes tell me he’s tired. He’s worn. And I wish he’d stop keeping the secrets I know are destroying him.
“Later.” He waves.
I watch as he pulls away, and not long after, I see a familiar Ford coming up the drive. This is how it’s supposed to be. My girl coming home every night.To me.
Chapter twenty-eight
Dakota
I’m nervous. For multiple reason. For one, the note from yesterday. The one I tucked into my back pocket, then hid in my underwear drawer as soon as we got home. It could have been from anyone. My father had managed to make our family a lot of enemies, and it’s not the first time someone had been a little over the top. Seeing as I haven’t been notified of my father’s release, it can’t be him. I wouldn’t even put it past that asshole Joseph.
I walk away from the window, then fluff the pillows one more time because apparentlythrowpillowsare a deal breaker in a custody decision.
I’m slowly losing it.
“What did those pillows ever do to you?”
Cooper comes into the living room, looking way too good for someone I’m supposed to not want to see naked.
When I glare at him, he chuckles before he places his hat on top of his damp hair.
“When is she coming?” He asks.
The crunch of gravel sounds outside and my eyes widen. “Now.”
Cooper smooths his shirt down, before he strides over to me. “Relax, Mrs. Mayson.” He presses a quick kiss to my temple. “We got this.”
If I wasn’t already completely and utterly in love with this man, I am now.
Arizona comes from the guest room, a sketch pad gripped in her hands. “Time for the show?”
“She’s here.” I motion to the door.
“Ready?” Cooper asks.
“Totes,” She chirps.
“Totes?” Cooper mocks.
“Totally,” she confirms before a knock sounds at the door.
