Page 144 of Against All Odds

I have no idea how many times I read it, probably ten, before looking up at Everett.

“How do you feel?”

I shrug. “I’m not sure.”

“He apologized.”

“He’s playing to the sympathy of people, but ... yes, I guess he did.”

And maybe that’s the best I’m ever going to get. A press release apology that could or could not be false.

But I find myself not caring. I can put him and this entire thing in my past. I’ll have the baby, Everett, and the ability to build a life with someone who loves and wants us both.

“If any of what he said is real, then ... he did the right thing.”

“He did the right thing when he signed the papers. Regardless of the reasons, he did what was right for her and for me.”

“He’s allowing you to heal.”

That’s where Everett is wrong. He didn’t allow me anything. Dylan’s actions didn’t give me confidence or the strength to face any situation.

I reach out, resting my hand on his cheek. “I think I was already healing.”

He smiles. “You were?”

“I still am, and do you know why?”

“I’m going to guess it’s because of a very sexy, very smart, very capable, and very good-in-bed man that happens to love you beyond measure.” He shrugs. “But that’s just my guess.”

I laugh, and my heart is so full it could burst. “I think ... your guess is pretty accurate. I mean, I’m not sure, but I’m going to go out on a limb and say it’s part of it.”

Everett turns, rolling me to my back, holding his weight above me, and that towel that was tucked around him is loose.

“I’ve got a piece of wood that’s growing,” he teases.

I reach my hand down, finding his cock and wrapping my fingers around it. I stroke up and down. “Hmm, now let’s see how hard we can get it.”

Then he shows me. Oh, how he shows me.

“Why am I blindfolded?” I ask as I move down the hallway.

“Because I don’t want you to see.”

“I figured that much. Does this have anything to do with the fact that you sent me shopping with Hazel for six hours yesterday?”

I love shopping, don’t get me wrong, but after a while, I just wanted to lie down. This week we officially moved all my belongings in. Well, when I saywe, I mean Everett, Killian, Lachlan, and Miles.

I was instructed to sit and relax.

Which I didn’t really do because I couldn’t handle it.

“You really aren’t great at surprises.” He chuckles.

After the last six months of my life, it’s no wonder why. Each surprise was more like getting hit on the head with a baseball bat.

“Give me a hint,” I say as he shuffles me down the hallway.

Everett sighs. “Just ... go with it.”

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