Page 120 of Delicate Storm

He wraps a hand around my neck before running his finger across my cheek, slipping it between our lips, breaking the kiss.

“I’ve got an hour, and I’ve got plans for you, but I need to know…bedroom or kitchen?” He raises an eyebrow and I laugh.

“Bedroom. I’ve got a full-length mirror and I want to watch while you worship me.”

“Christ, Paige. You really are everything and more.”

“Only for you.” I push him away and slap his ass as I walk past, loving his growl as he stills.

“Are you coming?” I ask, walking backward as I slip the hoodie over my head, revealing that I’m completely naked underneath.

“Fuuck, you drive me crazy, Paige.”

“Maybe so, but you love it.”

For the next week, Easton and I see each other any chance we get, stealing moments, borrowing time. And while it’s fun, it’s also making things more complicated than I would have liked.

I haven’t heard from Dad yet, but I have a feeling his plan is going to work. It’s a great plan. It has to. But that means I’m one step closer to my world being blown apart. Because make no mistake, the Mikklesons are not going to go down without a fight, with me being the target of their firing line.

And that’s not going to be good for Easton and me.

CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE

Easton

“Come on, Isaac, Nana will be here soon,” I call out and laugh when Isaac mumbles in return. My early riser has suddenly decided he’s a threenager and prefers to sleep in, which makes things difficult when I have to be at the stadium by eight fifteen.

“I’ve got your favorite juice this morning.” I switch to bribery since it’s not often that I give him juice. It’s what we call a “sometimes drink.” But in reality, it’s rare. I know Mom could get him ready after I leave, but then I’ll barely see him and I’m already going to be late getting home tonight. “Should I count down?”

“I’m coming,” Isaac calls out as he races down the hall, running through the kitchen before sliding to a halt at his chair, his eyes on the empty cup in front of him. “Where is it?” He frowns, making me laugh.

“I had to make sure you were going to eat with me first. I’ll get it now. You can start on your breakfast.”

“Oatmeal again?”

“Yep. It’s good for you. Eat up. I’m on my way.”

My phone rings as I’m pouring the juice, so I grab it without checking the screen, wedging it between my shoulder and ear.

“Hello,” I say, noting the smile in my voice. That’s been happening a lot more lately.

“East. It’s me, Keeley.”

“Hey Keels.” I laugh at her tone. “Why are you speaking so formally?”

“Mom’s in the hospital.”

“What?” I drop the juice and it hits the edge of the sink before falling in, the contents emptying while I watch, unmoving. “What do you mean she’s…” I trail off so Isaac doesn't know what we're talking about.

“I got a call about five minutes ago. All they said was that she’d had a fall and a neighbor called for an ambulance. She’s at San Francisco General. I’m on my way there now, so I’ll fill you in as soon as I know anything.”

“I’m coming.” I snap back into action, taking Isaac’s juice over to the table before grabbing my breakfast to start clearing up until Keeley stops me.

“You can’t. What about Isaac?”

Dammit. I pace the kitchen, thankful that Isaac has his back turned. I can’t stay home. What if this is my fault? I’ve been asking so much of her. Pushing her too far. She’s always telling me she’s not getting any younger. Of course, she says it jokingly but she’s not wrong.

“I’ll… um…” Paige’s smiling face comes to mind as I watch Isaac eating, and a sudden wave of relief rolls over me. “I know someone that can help. Can you pick me up on the way?”

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