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“I’ll be here,” I promise.

Her lips curve into a smile as her eyelids droop. I switch off the lamp on the nightstand and then linger for a moment, watching the steady rise and fall of her chest along with the way her fingers curl around the rabbit’s fuzzy ear.

A wave of contentment settles over me. Being here and finding this rhythm, a purpose, is steadying in a way I didn’t realize I needed. For the first time in months, I’m not spiraling or hiding. I have a clear direction to move forward in.

With Elody in bed, I head back to the living room to clean up the game and find that Laiken has already stacked the cards neatly on the table. The lights are dim and he’s sitting on the couch.

Just as I’m about to tell him I’m turning in for the night, he asks, “Did you want to watch something?”

I shouldn’t. It’s been a long day and I’m beat. And spending more time with him is a bad idea.

After a moment of silent debate, I give in. “Sure.” Then I settle at the far end of the couch, careful to leave an appropriate amount of space between us.

His attention remains on me. “Any preferences?”

I shake my head. While in school, there wasn’t a lot of time to watch shows. There was always homework or reading to catch up on. Tests to study for. Group projects to coordinate.

He jerks his head toward the television. “I was watching Reacher. It’s pretty decent.”

“Sure, that sounds good.”

Even though I purposely left distance between us, it doesn’t seem to matter. I’m still painfully aware of the heat that radiates off him, the steady weight of his presence, and the way his knee shifts closer to mine without quite touching.

When his phone lights up, I catch a glimpse of the name that flashes across the screen before he silences it.

Abigail.

Laiken said he doesn’t date or go out, but maybe that was a lie. Or maybe women come here for booty calls. I’m pretty sure that’s what my brother used to do.

The jealousy that pricks at me is almost a shock. I shove it down before it has the chance to bloom into more, all the while studying his face, searching for clues as to who the mystery woman is and what she means to him.

It would be impossible not to notice the way his jaw tightens. That’s when I realize I might have jumped to the wrong conclusion.

Unable to hold the question in, I cautiously ask, “Is everything okay?”

For a second, he doesn’t respond.

His exhale is long and slow, as if it takes physical effort to push it out. “That was my ex’s mother. She and her husband recently decided to pursue custody of Elody, and now lawyers are involved.”

Out of everything I expected him to say, that wasn’t it.

My eyes widen. “Oh, I’m so sorry.”

“They’re trying to use my career against me. They’re saying I’m too busy, that I travel too much, and that I bring random women around Elody.” His mouth hardens into a tight line. “Pretty much that the home I’m providing for her is unstable and she’d be better off living with them.”

Anger bubbles up inside me.

“I’ve only been around for a few days, but from what I’ve seen, nothing could be further from the truth. You’re an amazing father. If there’s one thing I’ve noticed, it’s that Elody is happy and well-adjusted. They should be thrilled she’s thriving, instead of trying to take that away from her.”

My heart goes out to this man and everything he’s dealing with.

His gaze drops for a beat. When he looks up again, there’s no mistaking the stark vulnerability in his expression. It’s the kind that comes from loving someone fiercely and knowing how easily they could be ripped away. It’s not a conscious decision to reach out and lay my hand over his larger one, only wanting to offer comfort and support.

What he’s going through must be torture.

I’m unprepared for the sensation that rushes through me at the innocuous contact. Everything stills as the television fades into background noise and the room narrows to that single point of connection. His breathing quickens just enough to notice.

He glances down at our hands before lifting his gaze to my face. Warmth creeps up my arm, my awareness sharpening as every cell in my body goes on high alert, wondering how this will play out.