Page 82 of Every Little Kiss
“Wholeheartedly,” Ty said without hesitation. “I was a lucky son of a bitch that she chose to forgive me. Because while she might have kept something from me, I walked when it got complicated, took the easy way out. I’m not saying that it won’t be hard, or that she won’t push your dumb ass out the door. But she deserves to hear the truth from you.”
Something that Ford could no longer argue.
“Maybe before you sleep with her again,” Harris jabbed.
“Hard to do with a houseful of uninvited guests.”
“Christ, you’re acting like this is a sleepover. We’ll be out of here by seven,” Harris said.
Before Ford could say he’d better take his mess with him, shrieks sounded in the distance. The front door burst open and Emma came racing in, her baby blues wide, her face flushed.
“Brianna dared Hadley to do ten aerials in a row,” she said, breathing heavy. “So she did it even though I tolds her not ’cuz she ate three whole slices of pizza and a bag of goldfish. She gots to four and said her tummy hurt, but Brianna said a dare is a dare and Hadley started crying and Brianna called her a baby. But she’s not a baby, her brother is, so she kept going and when she finished the last, she said, ‘Your turn, Brianna, or are you a baby?’ And then she threw up all over the bounce house.”
Harris tipped his bottle toward Ford. “I think I saw some extra towels in the garage.”
“And when I run out,” Ford said, heading toward the front door, “I’ll use that sleeping bag in the back of your Jeep.”
