Page 87 of Floored (Frenched 3)
“Hell yes, I was worried. I mean, no—what am I saying? No, not at all. I knew you couldn’t resist me for long.”
I smiled, letting relief sink into my bones. “So now what?”
“I’ll tell her. Tonight, if possible, how’s that?”
“Tonight?” I was surprised he didn’t need more time to prepare. “Wow, that’s fast.”
“I’ve had ten days to think about how I’d approach her. I’m ready. And I don’t want to wait anymore. I miss you.”
“I miss you too, and I don’t want to wait, either.” We were quiet a minute. “Call me as soon as you can, OK?”
“I will. Are you busy tomorrow?”
I thought for a second. “No, it’s a vacation weekend, since Martin Luther King Day is Monday. I gave the kids the weekend for family.”
“Good. I’ll call you in the morning, OK?”
“OK. Goodnight.”
“Night.”
We hung up, and I tucked my knees under my chin, wrapping my arms around my legs. I was glad he hadn’t told me he loved me again, because I didn’t want to say it to him for the first time over the phone. If all went well, maybe I’d be able to say it to his face tomorrow. Closing my eyes, I said a quick prayer that the talk with Laura would go smoothly.
I had no idea what I’d do if it didn’t.
#
My phone rang at nine-thirty the next morning.
“Hello?” I croaked.
“Hi, beautiful. Did I wake you?”
“Mmm, that’s OK.” I normally didn’t sleep so late but it had taken forever to fall asleep. Snuggling back under the covers, I turned on my side. “How are you?”
“Fantastic. I spoke with Laura last night.”
“You did?” That opened my eyes all the way.
“Yes. I drove over there last night as soon as we got off the phone.”
“How’d she take it?” My heart was beating hard.
“First she said she already knew something was up.”
I gasped. “How?”
“Hell if I know. She’s got that female radar that just knows things, I guess. Anyway, she took it better than I thought. It was a very long, heated discussion, but eventually she agreed to give. She just asked to meet you before I introduce you to Madison.”
“I understand.” But my stomach curdled at the thought of having to face her.
“Thank you. Can you meet us for lunch at noon?”
I shot straight up in bed. “You want to do this today?”
“Why not? I miss you so much, Erin. I’m dying to see you again.” He lowered his voice. “I want you so badly.”
I closed my eyes as my belly hollowed. “Me too. OK. I’ll meet you today.”
