“I don’t want to stop being married to her, but I want her back.”

“She hasn’t gone anywhere, son. She’s right here, but you’re going to lose her if you’re not careful, which would be a real shame because you’ve got a keeper.” He’d wanted to hit his son, hurt him.

Bishop didn’t deserve to be with Robin. He spent way too much time blaming her for what fucking happened. He was done accommodating the little shit.

“This is your last chance, Bishop. If you don’t do as I ask, take care of her, when I get back, you’re out.”

“You’d kick me out of my own home?”

“You’re eighteen. This is not your house. Be lucky I don’t charge you fucking rent.”

He left Bishop to deal with his parting words. He meant every single one of them.

Robin was in the nursery, staring at his artwork. She chewed on her thumb and immediately pulled it out of her mouth when she saw him.

“That can’t happen,” she said.

“I know.”

“I … don’t … I’m sorry.”

“You don’t have to apologize. We will both forget it ever happened. Like the night we made our little girl. It didn’t happen.”

“Okay, fine. It didn’t happen.”

“Unless…”

“Unless what?” she asked.

“You want it to have happened?”

They heard Bishop moving around, and he truly believed if his son hadn’t made more noise, she’d have given him an honest answer.

“No, we should forget it ever happened. We’re … it’s the paint fumes and everything else. You know, we need to keep our heads on straight and not let this get to us. It was the fumes. There’s Bishop to consider, and I don’t know what happened. It was the spur of the moment.”

“It was.”

She pressed her lips together. “Did you … like it?”

“Like what?”

“What we did, the kiss?”

“Robin, we’re supposed to be forgetting about it.”

“You’re right. Totally right, I’m sorry.”

He moved up close, and she didn’t step back. She tilted her head, and he stared into her eyes. “I loved the kiss, but it won’t ever happen again and I won’t ever think about it.”

****

Bishop stopped outside Robin’s room. It had been a long time since he’d gone to see her at night.

He didn’t stink of another woman. He’d already showered, but the idea of going to his own room, to sleep in his lonely bed, didn’t appeal.

You’ve fucked three different women this day alone, and not once did you think about her.

Let her go.

He knocked on the door and waited for her invitation. She was sitting in bed, reading another pregnancy book.

“Hey,” she said.