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“We still haven’t spoken about the Eden situation,” I tell him.
“And I don’t plan to, not with my dick buried inside you. We’ll talkabouther, and what we’re gonnadoabout her when I’m not fucking you. She’s irrelevant to me and you anyway, but I get that we need to have a conversation, just not right now.”
I nod, then let out a long sigh.
“Is that nod a, yes Jack, I want this, I’m all in? Or a who the fuck is Eden nod? Or is it a, yes Jack, please fuck me again nod?”
I nod again, slower this time, adding a smile before saying, “It’s a yes to all of that, to all of those things.”
“Good girl,” he replies before his mouth finds mine and his hips start moving against me again.
CHAPTER21
Scarlett.
I wakethe next morning to the sound of voices coming from the kitchen, and Jack, elbow bent, head propped on his fist, looking down at me.
“You are so fucking gorgeous,” he says before I’ve even managed to bring his face into focus.
“I’m pretty sure my hair looks like a bird’s nest, my face looks like shit, and I have fetid morning breath.”
“Good fucking job they’re three of my favourite things then,” he says with a wink and a smirk.
I’m far too old and should be well and truly satisfied after last night’s dicking, but still, that wink and that smirk have me squeezing and pulling things tight inside me.
“Most men wake up with morning wood. You apparently wake with an abundance of morning bullshit.”
The hand not holding his head up flies to his heart. “You wound me,” he says dramatically.
We grin at each other in silence for a few seconds before he starts talking.
“Eden turned up at our place saying she’d jumped on a plane the second she’d heard I was in the hospital. No forewarning, zero communication, just turned up.”
He licks his lips as he stares down at mine, and despite the topic, I again start to feel my belly warm, especially when his hand moves to the curve of my hip and he begins tracing patterns with his fingertips there.
“Honestly, Blue, that was the first time I’ve seen her since Finn left school, and right now, I don’t care if it’s the last time. While I went out to pick up a pizza later that night, the police came to my house to tell me what Newcombe had done to your showroom and to warn me he might turn up looking for me. Eden answered the door—she was only there because she’s Finn’s mum and hadn’t booked anywhere else to stay—” he adds quickly.
I nod, then shake my head as it attempts to catch up with his story before being caffeinated.
“She didn’t pass on the message, so I had no idea of the damage he’d done, and because I’d left my phone at your place, we had no way of contacting each other. She also told the police she was my wife,” he adds with an eye roll.
“Congratulations, lucky you.” I add an eye roll of my own.
He ignores me and continues, “Once the police finally caught up with me on I and told me what had gone on, I went over to your place. I couldn’t get in the building, so I went around to the parking bay. Your car was in its spot, Zoe’s wasn’t, so I sat in hers, waiting for her to get home, hoping you’d be with her. After lots of begging and pleading on my part, she eventually told me what had gone down, with your showroom, with Eden, and with your mum. I drove home, threw Eden out of my house, then passed her arse as she wheeled her case along the street on my way to the airport to catch a flight, to come and find you.”
“You,” he repeats after a pause, leaning in to press a kiss to the tip of my nose.
“You, because it’s you I want, you I’ve been waiting over eighteen years for. I didn’t know it, not until I saw you again, standing in my bar, with your hair, and those eyes, and your curves, all of you. I sawyouand it hit me. All these years, I wasn’t broken, I was just waiting for you.”
My nose tingles, but I manage not to cry so I can focus on the rest of what he has to say.
“Other than being the mother of my son, she’s irrelevant to me. You’re what matters. What we’ve got, what I want us to have.”
“And what is that? Where’d you see this going, us going?” I ask.
His eyes shift, move their focus to something at the side of my head, and I watch as his brows pull together and his tongue brushes over his bottom lip. His green gaze slices back to meet mine and he sighs deeply, his chest moving over mine, and that action, that look, that sigh, they reach inside and touch my heart, and I get it. I get exactly what he’s been saying. I understand what he means when he says he’s been waiting for me because right now, I feel like I’m exactly where I’m meant to be.
“I don’t wanna keep bringing up the past and the way I spectacularly fucked things up . . .”
