Chapters (68)
- Copyright Page
- Table of Contents
- Chapter One
- Chapter One
- Chapter Two
- Chapter Two
- Chapter Three
- Chapter Three
- Chapter Four
- Chapter Four
- Chapter Five
- Chapter Five
- Chapter Six
- Chapter Six
- Chapter Seven
- Chapter Seven
- Chapter Eight
- Chapter Eight
- Chapter Nine
- Chapter Nine
- Chapter Ten
- Chapter Ten
- Chapter Eleven
- Chapter Eleven
- Chapter Twelve
- Chapter Twelve
- Chapter Thirteen
- Chapter Thirteen
- Chapter Fourteen
- Chapter Fourteen
- Chapter Fifteen
- Chapter Fifteen
- Chapter Sixteen
- Chapter Sixteen
- Chapter Seventeen
- Chapter Seventeen
- Chapter Eighteen
- Chapter Eighteen
- Chapter Nineteen
- Chapter Nineteen
- Chapter Twenty
- Chapter Twenty
- Chapter Twenty-One
- Chapter Twenty-One
- Chapter Twenty-Two
- Chapter Twenty-Two
- Chapter Twenty-Three
- Chapter Twenty-Three
- Chapter Twenty-Four
- Chapter Twenty-Four
- Chapter Twenty-Five
- Chapter Twenty-Five
- Chapter Twenty-Six
- Chapter Twenty-Six
- Chapter Twenty-Seven
- Chapter Twenty-Seven
- Chapter Twenty-Eight
- Chapter Twenty-Eight
- Chapter Twenty-Nine
- Chapter Twenty-Nine
- Chapter Thirty
- Chapter Thirty
- Chapter Thirty-One
- Chapter Thirty-One
- Chapter Thirty-Two
- Chapter Thirty-Two
- Epilogue
- Epilogue
Which was why, the next evening, I sneaked up on her in the kitchen after I put Peyton to bed. I stopped in the doorway, watching her. She was wearing sweatpants and a tight top, and her hair was pulled back in a braid. She was also dancing, holding the spatula like a microphone. I laughed. She whirled around to me, startled.
“I didn’t hear you come up. Why are you laughing?” She parked both hands on her hips. “Not at my dancing skills, I hope. If you are, lie quickly. I happen to be very proud of my moves.”
“Slow down, woman. I’m not laughing at anything in particular. Just enjoying the view.”
She gave me a smile before returning her focus to the oven, where a cake was baking. I walked up behind her, placed my hands on her hips, and whirled her around.
“I want to talk to you.”
“Uh-oh. That sounds bad.”
“It’s not bad.” I pulled out the voucher from my pocket, dangling it before her.
“What’s that?”
“A surprise.”
Excitement sparked in her eyes. She licked her lips, wiggling her eyebrows. “Gimme, gimme. I love surprises.”
I took the voucher out of the envelope, dangling it some more. She was too cute, the way she kept trying to read what was on it. Then she snatched it from me.
“Tickets to the wine-tasting festival. And a voucher for a three-night stay at a hotel,” I said.
“Oh, that’s awesome. When are we going? After you drop off the girls at your Dad and Mom’s?”
Peyton and April had a week-long vacation, and my parents had insisted I bring them over.
“No, this is just for you and whoever you want to take.”
“You’re not coming?”
“No.”
“I don’t get it.”
“I’ll stay with Peyton and April at my parents’ while you’re away. Then we’ll have a few days to ourselves when you come back before I pick up the girls. You go to the festival and take whoever you want. Go with Hailey and Lori, or your friends. Make a girls’ weekend out of it.”
She looked at the voucher, then back at me. “Why are you so bent on me going without you?”
“I want you to go and relax. You have girl time to catch up on, and I think some time on your own will do you good.”
Her smile froze. “What do you mean?”
“I know you like having your own space, doing your thing with your sisters.”
She lowered her gaze to the voucher and stared at it for so long it made me wonder if she was really reading the details or was just avoiding looking at me.
“What is going on, Carter?”
“You’ve been bending over backwards for me and the girls for weeks. This is not okay. You need some time to relax.”