Page 71 of Hold You Close
“I’m not talking to you about this.”
“Why not? Who am I going to tell? Besides, I think it’s great you guys are old and finding love again.”
“Watch it,” I warn.
“Tell me and I promise I won’t say anything.”
She’s so half-Sabrina—the devious half. I remember all too well the things she was able to get out of me because of conversations like this.
“It’s getting late and you need to get to bed.”
“Are you staying here tonight?” she asks.
I see right through this one too, Morgan.
“I am, but you know that’s because I would never leave you three in the house alone. Nice try, pumpkin.” I tap her nose with a smirk.
“Ugh. I hate when you call me that.”
“I know, but you’re so cute.”
“Whatever.” Morgan rolls her eyes. “I’m going to bed.”
“Goodnight, honey. Listen, if that boy isn’t able to be nice in front of others, then he’s not worth your time. People show you who they are when others are around. Know what I mean?”
Morgan nods. “I get it. Goodnight.”
She gives me a hug and then heads off.
All the kids are in their rooms and I feel very out of place. Do I go to his room? Do I get changed? This is so weird. I take a deep breath and head to Ian’s room. I’m likely to fall asleep and the last thing I want is him thinking I was on the couch because I didn’t want to be here. Which is its own problem since I really want to be here.
I want him.
I want to be with him.
I want to thank him for everything today.
More than anything, I just want to be in his arms.
I grab my phone and send him a text.
* * *
Me: Kids are in bed. I’m exhausted so . . . your bed or couch?
* * *
He responds not even ten seconds later.
* * *
Ian: In my bed . . . where I want you.
Me: Is that so?
Ian: Damn right it is.
Me: I’ll probably be asleep by the time you get here.
