Page 29 of Spring Break With a Baby Daddy
A bed Cade will not be sleeping in because when they bought and set up the apartment, they organized a cradle and change table for him.
Which means I have to choose between sleeping in the same bed as Easton without the baby barrier or on the couch.
“He asleep?” Easton’s whisper has me turning.
“Yeah. He’s out.” I head for the doorway.
“We should have stopped.”
“Probably. We’ll know next time.”
“We’ll plan the return trip better.”
“Did you eat?” I move past him into the hall. “I’m assuming they had the fridge stocked with food.”
“Yes, they did. We’re set for a week.” Easton follows me into the living room. “And you were right. This building is a block away from where Jenny lived.”
Grabbing my laptop, I take it over to the small dining table. “I’ll see if I can find?—”
“Leave it.” Easton pushed my laptop closed before it has a chance to boot up. “Let’s just eat then go to bed. It’s been a long day and if the last few hours are anything to go by, it’ll be a long night.”
I want to argue. If I’ve got something to do, I can avoid going to bed. Avoid the decision of where that will be.
“I see your brain spinning. Why don’t you go have a shower while I heat up the Chinese take-out someone kindly put in the fridge.”
The idea of getting naked with Easton only a room away has my body tingling and heating and my mind wishing for things it has no right wishing for.
I can’t lie to myself, even if I should to keep from letting my imagination get out of hand. When he talked about getting married, I wanted to yell yes.
The emotions his request provoked tumbled through me in a jumble of chaotic excitement and fear.
In twenty-four hours, I’ve gone from being on a first date to moving in to mothering a child to wanting a legal connection to Easton no other woman has.
It’s crazy. Even for me. And I’ve been called insane on more than one occasion.
But is it crazy?
There’s no denying the connection Easton and I have. It’s like an invisible string, tethering us and entangling us in a way I can’t explain.
And I can usually explain everything.
Not this.
I’m the first to admit I’m not good with emotions. My brain works too fast to process most of what I feel but I’m not oblivious to them either.
I know I don’t think or act the way most people do. It makes it hard to establish any kind of relationship. Laney and Hadley are the only friends I have.
Don’t get me wrong, I have acquaintances. But those are connections of a different kind. People who think a lot like me and are essentially invisible except for the words on my computer screen.
It’s why the one and only time I let a man talk me into a romantic relationship, it ended badly. Mostly because he thought he could use me and my skills to blackmail people.
Of course I had no clue he was using my computer and the programs I had on it to dig up dirt on others. The second I did, I fixed it. And him.
Is there a difference between then and now?
Easton wants to use me for a different reason. A good reason. One that will benefit the baby left in his care and the woman who left him.
I can’t begrudge him wanting to use everything he can to help Cade and Lisa. And I can’t deny my desire to help him do it.
