Page 58 of Starting Over with You
I’m finishing some chores around the firehouse, then I’ll be on my way.
Me
I can drive over.
Dean
You could, but I’m on my way.
Now, I’m standing in the kitchen as I wait. Because what the hell do I say? No, I’ll do it, just drop off the key? It’s what I would have said to Stratford. So why aren’t I saying it to Dean?
Because you want him to be here for you.
Shut up, brain…or pussy.
All I know is I’m keeping a little bit of a tally in my head about my sister’s baby daddy and my best friend’s brother.
Days since I saw Dean on the side of the road in the mountains: 2
Times we’ve texted: 21
Times Missy asked me if I was sure I wanted to move in with him: 29
Times that Nyle has cried and asked,Is it my fault she’s leaving? 75
Times I’ve thought of being between Dean’s thighs as I touched his lips, his little mustache tickling my fingers: Too many to count and so many that I had to change out the batteries in my vibrator.
Pathetic? Yes.
Do I care? Not even a bit.
What if I’m making a mistake? What if moving in with Dean is more like moving onto his dick and taking him for a ride?
I’d rather ride his mustache…
What. Is. Wrong. With. Me?
I’ve never thought about sex like this. Never. But then, I’ve never been under the gaze of a sexy-ass guy with a porn stache and booty-tight Carhartt jeans.
I shouldn’t move in with him.
Just as I think that, though, Dean pulls up in his truck.
“Dad’s here!” Skyye yells out before the screen door smacks into the wall and she’s running out to her daddy. The most stunning grin comes over his mouth and leaves me gripping the side of the kitchen counter. The way his mustache moves and his teeth appear in a wide grin just for his baby.
Yeah. That’s hot.
I put my cup in the sink and head to the front just as Missy does. She has this pinched look on her face in her workout gear, and I know she’s not happy. She has told me so at every turn. I don’t want to fight with her or put a strain between her and Nyle. While he is a total idiot, he makes her happy and she loves him. Even though he bitches, she doesn’t take it, and honestly, I don’twant to be the reason there is a rift. I feel like living here is causing that.
Missy loops her arm through mine as we reach the door. “I wish you’d reconsider.”
“It’s cramped in here, Missy, and I don’t want to be the reason y’all fight.”
She waves me off, annoyed. “Still, I love having you here.”
How? We don’t even get to spend much time together because Nyle is always trying to crash our sister party.
“I’ll still come over, or you can come over to Dean’s when he’s working.”
