Page 119 of I Knead You Tonight

“No. But also kind of yes.” She rolls her eyes. “Anyway,please, Win, just do it.If Mom were here, she’d slap you right upside the head for being so stubborn and not taking care of yourself.”

I grin, because she’s right. My mom would totally beat my ass if she knew I wasn’t doing what I need to do to be healthy.

“I’m starting to think this stubborn thing runs in the family, because you’re stubborn too.”

“I am not.”

“You are too. You wouldn’t even let me help you with your salon when I had the spare cash.”

“Well, aren’t you glad you didn’t help me? Now you have more money for your shoulder.” She winks. “Just do it.”

“I’ll look into it, okay?”

“You promise?”

“Yeah, sure.”

“That’s not a real promise, but it’s probably the best I’ll get out of you today, and I know better than to push my luck when it comes to you.” She wraps her arms around me and squeezes me quickly. “Later, penis wrinkle.”

“Later, twerp.”

* * *

I could hardly containmyself all through my shift.

Drew was there for part of it, and every time she threw a glance my way, all I wanted to do was march over to her and tell her how I feel about her.

Lay it all on the line just like Foster said to do.

But since nobody is supposed to be privy to the details of us, I know she’d have my balls if I even tried to talk to her for more than a minute with everyone around.

So, I kept my distance, watched her from afar like a complete creeper.

I know she could tell something was up, because she kept sending me sharp glances, like she knew she was my prey and I was just waiting to strike.

I raced home as soon as I got off, not just so I could spend time with Riker, but so I could get everything in place, so when Drew comes home, I can say screw her stupid forty-eight-hour rule and tell her exactly how I feel about her.

But now that I’m in the thick of the nightly routine with Riker, all I want to do when she gets home is lay her down on our bed and show her how much I appreciate her because, fuck, all this baby crap is exhausting.

Feed. Bathe. Change.

Change again because he shit.

Put down for bed.

Feed again.

Change again.

I’m in awe of her.

“How do you expect me to get these penguin jammies on you when you won’t stop wiggling?” I say to a freshly bathed Riker.

You can tell we’ve bonded because he didn’t pee on me once during bath timeorafterward when I was trying to get his diaper on.

We’re making a lot of progress together.

He giggles at me, like he’s taunting me or some shit, not helping one bit as I try to get his clothes over his constantly moving feet.

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