Page 89 of Tempt

“It was good.”

“Good or goooood?”

I roll my eyes. “It was really fucking good, okay? Thanks for telling me to go.”

She squeezes me in a hug. “Anytime.”

When I get back, Daniel’s in Andy’s room, reading one of Andy’s favorite books. His voice makes me smile.

“Now, can you sleep?”

Andy shakes his head.

“What’s up?”

“I miss Mommy,” I hear Andy say.

Daniel exhales hard. “Me too.”

“Really?”

“All the time. What do you miss the most?”

A pause. “I miss her pancakes. The ones with the hearts on them. And the way she knew all the words to the songs I liked. And I miss how she smelled.”

My heart wrenches as I watch Daniel pull his son to him.

* * *

It was still a great night, I decide as I brush my teeth.

I expected it would end in bed. It didn’t.

After getting back, I changed out of my dress and into my pajamas, laying the sexy lingerie I picked out back on the dresser.

Some things are more important, like being a dad. Daniel’s an incredible one.

When I return to my room and slide between the sheets, I leave the door open a crack.

It’s minutes or hours later when I hear a sound.

“Andy?” I whisper. Maybe he’s up and needs to be settled again.

“It’s me.”

Butterflies rise up at Daniel’s voice.

“I’m late.” He lingers in the doorway.

“I don’t mind.” I shift out of bed and cross to him. “Is Andy okay?”

He nods.

“Areyouokay?”

There’s no answer.

I reach for his hands, find them both balled into fists.

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