Page 128 of Seeking Two Lovers

I’d gotten Blaine’s permission to share a bit about his childhood, and Haley had sat in stunned silence while I drove toward the mall through traffic, talking nonstop.

“Guess so.” I couldn’t keep the disappointment from my tone or the whispers of fear that had come to life in my mind when Grey told Blaine he would move into his room.

My emotions were like a damn roller coaster, going from one high to a dropped-stomach low in a matter of hours. Grey wanted to keep me, but having Blaine at his fingertips whenever they were home together meant a higher possibility I might eventually be forgotten in the stressful days ahead.

My heart ached, but for so much more than my own fragile existence in the relationship I’d felt sure had begun the night before.

Blaine would be wrapped up in having his sister in his life again, and Grey would be close by for comfort whenever his own well of empathy drained.

God, how I wanted to be there for him too rather than waiting on the outskirts.

I could trust Grey to give Blaine what he needed—but I desired to be someone Blaine would reach for too. With how devastated he’d been after speaking to Sarah and learning the horrors of what she’d faced and endured in the previous twenty-four or so hours, I expected he and she both would stay shut up in their home.

And I doubted they would want company of any sort—perhaps even Grey.

“Your thoughts are getting heavy.”

I smiled even though it didn’t feel genuine. “Yep,” I stated quietly without popping the P.

“Nothing we can do except continue down the path in front of us and hope for the best.”

“Sometimes it’s hard to keep your eyes on the prize,” I muttered, wishing I wasn’t so damn insecure about them seeking solace in each other over a situation that affected them ten times more than it did me.

“You got that right.” Haley let out a huff, her arms crossing beneath her breasts. “But I know if I don’t, I’ll spiral—and I’m over the depression from this past week, thank you very much.”

“Why don’t you pull out the list Grey made from my purse?” I suggested, wanting to change the conversation since I’d had enough of my heavy heart threatening to give out. “With him being a guy, I’m sure it isn’t inclusive.”

I changed lanes for my exit, which lay a mile up the highway. Haley rifled through my bag and found the printed paper I’d folded into fours after Grey had handed it to me before we’d left.

“Shit.” She snickered. “He is one organized dude.”

“Right?” My smile came easy. “I love it.”

“I’m wondering if you don’t love him,” Haley murmured while reading over the pile of items Grey had typed up by category.

Warm fuzzies rose to life in my belly. I wondered myself. How soon was too soon to fall in love? The connection was definitely there, the shared love for Blaine…and the sexual chemistry was off-the-charts smokin’ hot.

Time would bring the path ahead of me into focus, and I needed to be patient and allow the puzzle pieces of my life to click into place.

Hopefully in the way I wanted.

“She just had a miscarriage, so I’m sure she’s going to be bleeding for awhile,” Haley said, digging through my purse again. She grabbed a pen and began writing on Grey’s list. “The hospital might have given her some meds, and while Grey might have over-the-counter ones at his house, I don’t think we should take the chance.”

“Agreed.”

“He’s got leggings written down, but she’s probably not going to want any restrictive clothing.”

I nodded. “We can pick out a few loose-fitting sundresses. Oh, a warm robe too, and slippers if they’re not on there.”

“Hair dryer.”

“Journal and some really nice pens.”

“I’m thinking the girl is going to need an e-reader.”

“Oh, great idea! He said no cap?”

“Right.”

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