Page 75 of Sparrow's Grace

And when he texted me every thirty minutes to say he was sorry and to check on me and the baby, if I hadn’t been over my issue earlier, he would have gotten me over it with the way he was being.

To be honest, if I didn’t know that he felt as bad as he did, the whole blowing up my phone would have driven me insane.

Once I was done with everything I needed to get done today, an alert popped up on my phone, and then I felt my eyes grow wide.

Normally, whenever she has a new release, the very minute it’s delivered to my Kindle, I’m all over it.

But it totally slipped my mind.

Did I close everything down, kill the lights and then shuffle my bootie to the recliner in the living room in under five minutes?

Yes, I damn sure did.

Was I out of breath?

Yes, yes, I was.

But the very moment I opened the book and read the little tagline above the prologue, I was giggling.

And just like every single book she’s ever written, it’s a page turner.

I was so engrossed in my book that I didn’t hear Zeke’s bike.

Nor did I hear the garage door open.

And I didn’t hear the beep at the door to the garage go off.

Not until I felt a warm, calloused hand on the back of my neck and the feel of his lips against my forehead, “Hey, Angel.”

Sighing, I looked up from the book, and the moment I did, he lowered his head and then softly brushed a sweet kiss on my lips.

After he kissed me softly, and thoroughly, he pulled away and whispered, “I don’t ever want to make you so mad at me that you won’t offer me your mouth before I leave the house.”

I shook my head, “Neither do I.”

I stared into those eyes of his and wondered if we had another baby, if that baby’s eyes would have flecks of blue in them, just like his. Then he said, “I’ll do my best not to make you that mad again. Okay?”

At my nod, he tilted his head down at my Kindle, which was still in my hands, and asked, “Good book?”

I nodded, “Yeah, you remember the author I was telling you about who writes about bikers and curvy women?”

He nodded, “Got it. I’m going to go shower. Be back.”

I nodded and then titled my head for a kiss, at which he smiled and gave it to me.

And then I watched that sexy swagger of his as he stalked to the bathroom.

My lord, the man was sex on a stick.

That was when I debated the sanity of forgetting about my book and following my man to the shower.

However, that was when I remembered I ran out of body wash yesterday and my order for more wouldn’t be here until tomorrow.

Yes, I have to order my body wash from the Zon. Years ago, I tried this particular scent I found at the store. And I fell in love with it. Sadly, they only carried it for a few months and then introduced a new scent. Thankfully, the Zon has it available. Since I have to buy it by the case which is four bottles, it lasts me a good long while.

That was the only reason why I wasn’t following him to the shower. Yes, I could have followed him and used his body wash, however, I didn’t feel like being itchy for the rest of the day.

I already made that mistake once and wouldn’t be repeating myself.

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