One Complicated Secret: A Second Chance Romance (The Riverside Billionaire Series Book 1) by L.A. Pepper

Author:L.A. Pepper [Pepper, L.A.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2022-07-19T16:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 8

Joel, Another Month Later¶

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It had been months since I’d moved into the back house, and made myself a part of Poppy’s life. It had been weeks since we’d had that ‘moment,’ where it had felt like we were back on the edge of being us again. I leaned in when I talked to her and made her eyes sparkle. I winked at her when we passed in the halls. I offered her a neck rub when she’d spent too many hours at her computer writing. And I told her how beautiful she was, how smart, how brilliant. But none of it was working.

Oh, there had been sexual tension, sure there had. I knew I wanted her and had a pretty good clue that she wanted me too, if the way she let her eyes roam over my body if she thought no one was looking was any indication.

That part was working, the only problem was that Ava and Max meant everything to her. Everything. That was the most important thing, and I came a distant second. Third. Oh, who was I kidding. I wasn’t even on her list of priorities.

Even now, she was with them in the kitchen, helping them make pancakes, even though she was actually the worst cook I had ever seen. She could burn water. But she’d sent Alice away to go read her romance novels while she made brunch. She’d sent me away too, because I was interfering. That was why I was here, sitting at the counter, my chin in my hand, watching the woman I was obsessed with after she’d turned me down, like a damn adolescent.

Hell, even when I was an adolescent I had never had this happen to me.

I had said I was patient, that it had been ten years and I could wait another ten for her, but damned if I wasn’t constantly hungry for her. Not just her body, that was the least of it. For her.

For her presence, not just as some sort of platonic roommate slash co-parent, but her attention, her focus, her… I felt like I was turning into one of the Prescott hippie-dippies. I wanted her soul. Or her spirit. Whatever it was that lit up a room when she walked into it, that made me feel drawn to her, although I held back.

I wanted her words. She was brilliant with words, true, and sometimes spoke like a poem– only I felt her words and I was never very good at understanding poetry, but she could also cut right to the heart of the matter with precision and clarity. That was a skill that was highly needed in a house with two five year old twins who had lost their parents. But it was also something I wanted. Needed. Craved. I wanted her thoughts and advice and that little monologue she said out loud when she was really wrapped up in doing something and didn’t realize anyone was there.

God!

I couldn’t wait for her to fall back in love with me with just my proximity.

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