Page 122 of Comeback
“He is,” Sabrina agrees. “But he’s really nice, I promise.”
“And he really likes playing dress up,” I tell her. Which is true. Just not usually in dresses and tiaras. “I bet we could talk him into a princess fashion show later.”
She thinks seriously about this. “I don’t think my dress will fit him.”
I bite back a laugh and can feel Brogan glaring at me. “Don’t you worry. We’ll figure something out.”
London and Sabrina are both fighting laughter too.
Glancing at Olivia, I say a little quieter, “We’ll be fine.”
Her early reservations seem somewhat abated.
“Text me if you need anything,” she says, then picks up her daughter to hug her again. “Be good for Aunt Sabrina.”
“I will.”
With a reluctant smile, Olivia places Greer back on her feet and heads for the door.
“Bye, Liv!” Sabrina calls after her.
As soon as she’s gone, we all fall quiet. There’s a child in my apartment and I have no idea what to do next.
Thankfully, Sabrina does. She takes Greer by the hand and walks with her into the kitchen. Brogan manages to find ashirt and then he and London make pizza, which Greer finds fascinating and eventually decides it’s worth it to get close to Brogan to help out.
By the time it’s done, Greer is as enamored with him as every other woman he meets. I glance over at Sabrina. She’s smiling happily watching the two of them interact, but she still doesn’t look like she’s one hundred percent.
While Brogan holds Greer up on his shoulders so she can help him and London clean up from dinner, I turn on the barstool to face Sabrina.
“How are you holding up?”
“I’m tired, but my chest isn’t as tight.”
“Why don’t you go to bed or at least lie down on the couch.”
She smiles but in a way that I can tell she’s about to argue.
“I’ve got this, baby.”
“Oh,youdo, huh?” She glances over at Brogan.
“He’s like a big kid himself so it makes sense that she’d be drawn to him. But I’ll keep an eye on him to make sure she doesn’t eat her weight in ice cream or stay up all night long.”
“Okay.”
I’m shocked that she agrees. My face must show it because she adds, “Just for a little while.”
I lean forward and brush my lips over hers. “Take as much time as you need.”
She slides off the chair. “I’m going to sleep in your bed so Greer can have mine.”
“Practical and lucky for me.”
The rest of the evening is a blur of princess movies, dress up, and a fashion show (I never need to see Brogan in a sheet dress everagain). Greer is so tired by bedtime that I only get through half of a book before she’s out.
I leave on a lamp and crack the door in case she wakes up, then look in on Sabrina. I’m pretty sure she’s out for the night too. Today really took it out of her. The reminder of what led to her flare-up has me grinding my back teeth all over again.
In the living room, I find Brogan alone. I let out a long breath as I take a seat next to him.
