Page 115 of One Little Kiss
Easton: You always jump in headfirst.
Colton: Nothing has ever felt more right.
Halton: The girls are gathering at my house now.
Dexter: Prince Charming is at your disposal.
Trevor: You really shouldn’t advertise that, Dex.
Lochlan: Will Tilly be there?
Preston: My Tilly? WTF, Lochlan? How do you know my sister-in-law?
Lochlan: Just asking, mate.
Preston: (I’m watching you GIF)
Lochlan: (laughing emoji)
Colton: Family court at 8 a.m. Wednesday morning.
Easton: We’ll all be there.
Colton: Thanks.
Colton: I’m getting married!
Halton: Peter’s all grown up.
Colton: (eye rolling emoji)
I turn off my phone then because the sheer number of messages flying back and forth between the coordinators of the Westbrook chaos will be in the thousands by dinner time.
I’m sitting at the kitchen island with a glass of wine when Winnie comes down the stairs looking rested and sexy as hell wrapped in a fluffy, white robe with messy hair I had fisted in my hands an hour ago.
“Hi,” she says shyly, walking to me.
I open my arms and greedily take her in. “Hi. Lexi called. Wes and Ada James are having a blast. She’s going to bring him home after dinner. She suggested a sleepover, but I thought it might be too much for his first time.” I’m watching her eyes for any signs that I’ve overstepped. “Should I have asked you first?”
“No, you’re right.” She leans in, so I spread my legs, and she rests against me. “Remember how I told you I would mess up sometimes?”
I stiffen almost imperceptibly, but try to keep my nerves from showing. “Yeah.”
“Having another parent making decisions will take some time, too, but I know you have his best interests at heart.”
My body releases my shoulders in relief.
“I have to work tonight, anyway. Do you want me to call Beth to see if she can babysit?”
“No, why? I’ll be here with him. And it’s not babysitting when it’s your own kid. Lexi likes to point that out every chance she gets.”
She throws her head back and laughs. “Well, it’s true.”
“It is. And he is. I feel like he’s mine.”
Winnie cups my cheeks, searching my eyes. “I know you do, Colton. You have no idea how much that means to me.”
“I hate that you’re still working the night shift. You don’t have—”
