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Damn, I wished she’d hug me like that.
I had no idea where that thought had come from. Hadn’t I already told her it would be best not to get mixed up with a guy like me? Maybe not in those exact words, but more or less. Now all I wanted was for her to stay, only I had no idea how to tell her that without contradicting myself.
I went to retrieve pillows and blankets, shoving them at the boys when I returned.
“Now go to bed. We’ll finish this conversation tomorrow.”
“You mean there’s more rules?” Noah asked sarcastically.
“Yes, you little asshole. There are more.”
Vanessa was staring at me, mad as a hornet, as they told her good night and scurried back downstairs.
“What?” I asked her.
“Do you have to be such an ass to them? This isn’t easy for them. You of all people should know that.”
“Me of all people? What the hell are you talking about?”
She defiantly lifted her chin. Her jaw was locked, and I knew I wasn’t going to get any more out of her tonight.
“Good night, Isaac. I’ll pick the kids up at five-thirty in the morning. I would appreciate it if you had them ready.”
She turned on her heels and stomped out, slamming my door behind her.
You of all people should know that.
Why would she say something like that? Who the hell had she been talking to?
I would have been furious if I wasn’t so damn shocked.
Vanessa
Chapter 17
I tossed and turned all night long.
How could he be such an ass?
Why the hell did I want to kiss him still?
What did that say about me?
I couldn’t stop thinking about him. Worse, the more I did think about him, the hotter my body became. Dirty scenes played out in my mind. It made for a very uncomfortable night’s sleep.
By the time my alarm went off, I was completely miserable.
Somehow, I managed to drag myself to the shower. That helped a little. The cup of coffee I grabbed on my way out the door helped a bit more.
In general, by the time I arrived at Isaac’s house to pick up the boys, I was already exhausted and ready to crawl back into bed. Or maybe just crawl into Isaac’s bed. After the dreams and thoughts I’d been having all night, that seemed like a fantastic plan.
I was expecting to have to wait, maybe even go in and drag them out of bed or something. But when I arrived, and walked up to the house, the door flew open, and Isaac stood there looking even sexier than my dreams. He was wearing a pair of pajama bottoms but no shirt.
My jaw dropped and I stared without shame or embarrassment, even as the boys filed out one by one, dressed and ready for school.
They seemed oblivious to my state of arousal as I grew more uncomfortable by the second.
Great! I was already pondering how the hell I was going to get through the day after my dreams, now I had to add this to the mix?
