Page 30 of Not Made to Last

“If he’s pinging his phone to find out where you live, he can do that without it making a sound. He’s opting to play the notification, so it gets your attention. It’s smart.”

“Smart or stupid?” I ask, because Rhys already knows where I live. He just doesn’t know I know he knows.

Or something.

“I gotta get our soap and stuff,” Dom mumbles.

I wait for him to leave the room before glancing over at Max. Then I sigh. “I’m a phone call away if you need anything.”

“I know,” Max says, unplugging his night-light and throwing it in his bag.

“And if Dom is driving too fast on the?—”

“Ollie!” Dom shouts, and I grimace, already knowing what’s coming. “Can you come here? I can’t find something!”

“Ooooh. You’re in trouble,” Max whispers.

I drop a kiss on his head and make my way to the boys’ bathroom. Dom waits until I’m just inside the door to say, “Wait here.” He returns seconds later with my bag and practically shoves it at my chest. “You, here, is making him worried. You got him anxious about things he wasn’t even thinking about before.”

“I know. I’m sorry.”

“I’d rather you just not be here at all.”

“What?”

“Go,” he says, grasping my shoulders, spinning me around, and physically pushing me out the door.

“Go where?”

His smile is wicked. “Go see your boy.”

Rolling my eyes, I dig my heels into the floor. “He’s not my?—”

“Max and I are fine, Ollie. Nothing is going to happen to us,” Dom cuts in, his following sigh so dramatic, you’d think he’d been holding it for years. “And please don’t take offense to what I’m about to say, but you need to get a life.”

“Excuse me?” I scoff.

“You need a life outside of me and Max. Asociallife.”

“I have a social life!”

He throws his hand out between us. “Show me your phone.”

I hide my phone behind my back. “No!”

“Yeah, because I bet when I look at the call log, it will only be Max’s iPad and me.” He drops his hand, shaking his head at the glare I throw his way. “And it’s not as if you don’t have time.”

“You’re not home that much during the summer, and Max… Maybe when he goes back to school, I’ll have a better routine?—”

“You said that last summer.”

I sigh. “I appreciate what you’re trying to do here, Dom, and I get it. I do. ButIam completely content.”

“Content is a state of peaceful satisfaction,” Dom points out. “Peace is for the birds, Ollie. Don’t you want excitement or adventure or… I don’t know, something to feel passionate about?”

Yes.

I stare at him, unblinking, then shake my head. “Not really. No.”

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