Page 98 of Divorced from Number Thirty-Eight
“She’ll let you know.” I flick up my brows, hold Luna’s gaze.
Of course, she doesn’t back down. “But?—”
“Luns,” Aiden says.
She scowls, but after another pause, lets it go.
But that may only be because it’s my turn to play…
And I block the hell out of her trains.
Thirty-Two
Faye
“You want to talk about it?” he asks, stepping close, his front pressing to my back as I brush my teeth.
Yup.
We’ve reached that level of domesticity—sharing a bedroom, brushing our teeth side-by-side.
Hell, beside the couple of nights he’s slept away from me when the Grizzlies played away from San Jose, I’ve spent every night in his arms.
Dumb? Maybe.
A fantasy? Absolutely.
Too fast? Probably.
Gonna stop? No freaking way.
Never—never—has my soul felt more at home than when Gray is holding me, when his slow and steady breathing is ruffling the hairs on my nape, when his gentle voice is waking from a nightmare.
Less of those of late, less of an excuse to sleep next to him.
Except…that he’s mine.
“I’m rested,” I say after I rinse and spit, put my toothbrush aside. “That nightmare last night was a fluke. I think because I spent the morning at the house?—”
Thinking about all the things I’m waiting for the insurance company to do.
Fire marshals. Engineers. Adjusters. Contractors.
And still cooling my heels while I wait for them to cut a check to reimburse me for my laptop and phone—not to mention the battle that’s been taking place between my home owner’s and auto insurance as to who’s responsible for replacing my car.
Which is part of the reason I’m up early to drive Gray to the practice facility before he flies out for another game.
The other piece is that…I like spending time with him.
Especially when he does things like cupping my jaw and rubbing his nose back and forth against mine, saying, “I want to hear about the house, Red. And I fucking hate that you’re still having nightmares?—”
“Occasional nightmares,” I correct.
His eyes are gentle. “Occasional”—his thumb brushes over my cheek—“or not, I still hate that you have them.”
Warmth in my belly, spreading out through my body, coiling carefully around my heart.
I really, really like this man.
