The Story Of Us: A Secret Baby Romance (Serenity House Book 1) by Molly O'Keefe

Author:Molly O'Keefe [O'Keefe, Molly]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2018-09-05T16:00:00+00:00

J.D. approached the kitchen with his Leatherman tool and a new lock from the hardware store. He was braced for Sam, having been able to smell roses and coffee over the smell of slightly industrial disinfectant that usually filled the shelter.

His whole body went on high alert the second he stepped through the door.

I’ve got to get out of here, he thought. Tired of his body being a dog on a leash at the mere thought of her. Come on, Greg, he thought. Make the boyfriend talk and set me free.

J.D. had slept for all of thirty seconds last night, lying on her lumpy fold-out couch, the smell of her a torment in his head, the memories of what they’d done on that couch in the past a stone in his stomach.

He felt full of her, like there was a part of her living under his skin and he had to be on guard against it at all times.

He pushed open the door to the kitchen.

So, in a sense, he was constantly braced for her.

But he wasn’t braced for the kid. Could never be braced for the sight of that boy.

“Skip,” Sam said, laying down UNO cards with flourish. “Skip, oh, and look at this, another skip.” She grinned at Spence, but then caught sight of J.D., breathless and stupid in the doorway.

It was so like that vision he had. The three of them around a table. Laughing.

But the smile fled from her face and she laid down another card. “Yellow seven,” she said and cleared her throat.

Any joy in the room had been sucked out by his arrival and part of him wanted to turn around. Walk right back out. But he had this lock in his hand and there was work to do.

And that’s my son.

Damn, thinking like that wasn’t going to do him any good. Wasn’t going to do anyone any good.

But still he didn’t leave.

“You know,” Spence said, groaning. “I’m a kid and most adults let kids win.”

She’s not most adults.

“I’m not most adults,” Sam said. Her gaze flickered up to J.D. “Was there something you needed?” she asked, cool as winter, and Spence turned around to see who she was talking to.

The effect of his own eyes in that miniature body hadn’t lost any impact. They still seemed like a laser cutting right through his guts and sinew. To the heart of him.

Spence lifted the fingers he had curled around the back of the chair in a small wave and J.D. forced himself to act.

“You need a new lock on the window,” he said, striding across the room like it was a battlefield he was taking over. He ignored the boy’s little wave and felt like a jackass for doing it. J.D. was treating Spence like he had the plague when he was just a kid trying to be polite. Yet J.D. couldn’t stop.

“Oh,” Sam said, and he could feel her eyes on the naked skin of his neck. “Thank you.”

Her gratitude made him churlish. The whole damn situation made him want to throw things through the window.

Download

Copyright Disclaimer:
This site does not store any files on its server. We only index and link to content provided by other sites. Please contact the content providers to delete copyright contents if any and email us, we'll remove relevant links or contents immediately.