Chapters (30)
- Chapter One
- Chapter Two
- Chapter Three
- Chapter Four
- Chapter Five
- Chapter Six
- Chapter Seven
- Chapter Eight
- Chapter Nine
- Chapter Ten
- Chapter Eleven
- Chapter Twelve
- Chapter Thirteen
- Chapter Fourteen
- Chapter Fifteen
- Chapter Sixteen
- Chapter Seventeen
- Chapter Eighteen
- Chapter Nineteen
- Chapter Twenty
- Chapter Twenty-One
- Chapter Twenty-Two
- Chapter Twenty-Three
- Chapter Twenty-Four
- Chapter Twenty-Five
- Chapter Twenty-Six
- Epilogue One
- Epilogue Two
- Books By Natasha Madison
- Acknowledgments
“I’m done for the day, and I was going to swing by and get you,” he says, and I’m about to make an excuse when the doorbell rings. “Answer the door.”
I walk to the door, and when I open it, he’s standing there with a bouquet of wildflowers. “For you.” He hands them to me, and my hand drops from my ear with the phone in it. He comes in and kisses me right away, crushing the flowers between us. “Missed you,” he says when he finally lets me go. “You ready?”
“She is,” Olivia says, and I look behind me, and she stands there with her feet crossed, watching us with a huge smile on her face. “Have fun.” She hands me my bag.
“What time are you getting Ethan?” I ask, and he looks at me, opening the truck door.
“As soon as you get in the truck.” He smiles and ushers me into the truck, and before I know what is going on, he pulls up to his house. “Savannah will be here in ten minutes.”
I look over at him. “I hope you don’t mind, but I don’t want to be there when she is around. I get that we all have to live in this situation, but I’m still …” I shake my head. “I understand if you want to bring me back home, and I can come when he is already here.”
“You can wait in the kitchen,” he says. “She never comes in.” I look over at him. “Even though we are co-parenting a child together, it’s still my place.” He looks down and then over at me. “It was just something that we never crossed. I don’t go into her place, and she doesn’t come into mine.”
“Do you want to go into her house?” I ask.
“Nope.” He gets out of the truck and so do I.
“I’m going to ask Casey to pick me up at nine,” I say when he unlocks the door.
“Kallie.” He says my name. “Let’s get through dinner,” he says.
“What are we eating?” I ask, and he shrugs while I shake my head. “I’ll see what I can come up with.” I’m about to walk away from him when he grabs my hand and pulls me to him.
“You haven’t kissed me,” he says softly, pushing my hair away from my face. “I missed you.”