Page 23 of Life To My Flight

Silas gave me a funny look, but didn’t comment on the whole gay marriage with a family thing. I knew what he was thinking, though.

“Do you know where I live?” I asked.

He nodded. “Yep.”

“Okay,” I said as we passed the miles to my house in silence.

He didn’t speak again until he was pulling into the driveway. “I’ll check your place, and then you can go inside. Okay?”

“Fine with me,” I agreed.

It was, too.

I didn’t care that he wanted to go into my house. It was wonderful to have someone watch out for me. You didn’t realize how scary a dark house could be until it was pitch black and you lived alone.

I forgot how nice it was.

Silas made a quick sweep through my house, albeit extremely thorough.

“Thanks for the ride,” I said as he started to leave.

He turned to me. “I’ll see you on Saturday.”

With that he left, closing the door quietly behind him.

“What’s Saturday?” I yelled.

He didn’t answer.

But I knew one thing.

There was no way I’d see him on Saturday, because that’d probably mean I’d be seeing Cleo, and that was one complication that I didn’t need.

Nor want.

And I was lying.

I did want him. A lot.

There was just no way I’d take him back.

Not again.

Chapter 4

Watch other people’s kids. They’ll cure you of wanting some of your own right quick.

-Life lesson

Rue

“I’ve never taken care of a baby, though,” I said to Cody as he handed his daughter over.

Then he left, and came back with what looked like the rest of Babies-R-Us. Dooley, Cody’s husband, followed shortly behind with a box looking thing which sprung into a baby bed in the middle of my living room.

Whoa!

“That’s cool,” I said. “But, seriously. What’s going on?”

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