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She jumped up quickly and went for her panties on the floor, but even with just the small amount of light coming in from the front porch, I was able to see the bottom of her plump ass and her thick thighs beneath her nightgown.

She was fucking perfect.

Following her lead, I stood and buttoned my jeans. I searched for my shirt before she leaned over, plucked it from the floor by the front door, and shoved it in my chest.

“You have to go now,” she said, pushing me toward the front door.

I barely had my shirt on before I met Mr. Michaels on the porch.

“Josh. How’s your momma doing?” he asked, his eyes moving over my disheveled clothes with a knowing eye.

“She’s doing better. I was just coming by to thank Jenny.”

His heavy brows pulled down in confusion. “Thank Jenny?”

She hadn’t told her dad she saved my mom’s life.

Maybe she didn’t know?

“Yeah. Didn’t she tell you? She saved Momma’s life.”

His eyes grew wide, and a smile pulled behind his thick beard. “That so? Well, hell, she didn’t say anything about it.”

I turned around and grinned at Jenny. “Yep. She’s my hero.”

She rolled her eyes at that, crossing her arms to cover herself the best she could behind her thin T-shirt. “Don’t you have somewhere you need to be?” she asked, telling me to leave without saying it.

I chuckled, enjoying the new developments in our relationship. Teasing Jenny had always been fun, so that was what I did. “I do. See you around, Michaels,” I said, nodding my head in her direction.

She hated it when I called her Michaels.

Her eyes narrowed in my direction before she flipped me of, making me and her dad laugh.

Instead of going home to an empty house, I passed the farm and went toward the hospital to see my mom. It was late, but the ladies at the nurses’ station knew me well, thanks to Vaughn’s mom. They would let me go back even after visiting hours.

I was stuck in my head during the drive, teetering between emotions. One on hand, my mother was in the hospital with heart issues, and she still wasn’t in the clear. My heart was heavy with that, my nerves a wreck at just the thought of losing my mother.

Then there was Jenny and all the things we did to each other before I left her. The way her body squeezed around me as if it didn’t want to let me go. The look in her eyes when she gazed up at me and begged me not to stop. And the haze of satisfaction afterward when I lay on top of her and she put her arms around me. It made me feel happy, even with everything going on with Mom. I hadn’t felt so mixed up in all my life.

I wasn’t sure what that meant for our relationship and whether we were enemies, friends with benefits, or more, but as I turned my big truck into the hospital parking lot, all I could think about was Mom getting better and hopefully getting back to Jenny so we could figure it out. I wanted my life back, and I wanted that life to be with Jenny.

I was still hurt. She had done a number on me three years before. And maybe I wasn’t the best man for her. Maybe she deserved better or worse. All I knew was I wasn’t sure any of that mattered anymore. Jenny had always been the one for me—my best friend and the love of my life—and no matter the consequences or the shape of our relationship, I had a feeling she would always be exactly that.

I wanted more.

I wanted her.

There would be no more fighting it.

It was time to leave the past in the past and move toward the future.

31

Jenny

For days, I worriedabout what I had done with Josh. Not the sex, which was wonderful, but the fact we had done it without any form of protection.

I wasn’t on the pill anymore since my OB didn’t think it was a great idea with my weight gain. I figured it wouldn’t be a big deal since I wasn’t sleeping with anyone. My periods were still abnormal, but it wasn’t something I couldn’t handle.

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