Page 110 of For Your Heart
When I finally catch my breath, I let my legs fall and stand. “Thanks,” I say. “For making her leave.”
He brushes my hair from my face; the look of concern he shows me makes my chest feel tight. No one has ever looked at me that way. It reminds me of…
I glance at Jordan. He’s still where he was while my mother was here. Now he’s watching me with a smile. Smug but happy.
“This is Jordan,” I say. “And River holding Sparrow.”
Damon examines my face for another minute before giving his attention to the others. When his eyes land on Sparrow, he raises a brow. “You call him a newborn, but I think he’s solidly out of that age, Sage.”
Jordan chuckles. “Fourteen weeks tomorrow,” he says proudly.
I smile for a second because I was right about his age. Go me!
“Thanks for coming to my rescue,” I tell him.
Jordan shrugs. “Always. But I enjoyed just sitting back and watching your man have the privilege of telling your mother off.”
His words make me remember that woman and I shrink again. “I need to leave here. To sell this house and change my name so she can’t find me. I need to—”
“Woah, woah. Take a breath,” Damon says.
“I don’t want to see her again,” I say.
“We’ve suggested a restraining order,” River says.
Damon nods, glancing at River. He grins. “I really love that dress. The color matches your eyes.”
River grins. “Thanks. It matches Sage’s too.”
That makes Damon’s gaze move back to mine and I see the glint in them, which already has my face heating. “I’m not wearing a dress.”
“Hm,” he answers, but moves away from the dress. “I agree with the restraining order. Why haven’t you done that yet, love?”
He called me love. In front of other people!
“That won’t stop her. I need to disappear from this life. New name. New house. New employer. I just need to leave. I don’t want her to find me again.”
Damon nods. “Come home with me,” he murmurs against my lips. “We’ll talk about it.”
“Yes. Take me away from here.”
“Here,” River says as they cross the room and hand me Sparrow. “Hold him while we pack up your groceries again.” They look at Damon. “Want to pack a bag of clothes for him?”
Damon nods. He kisses my cheek and leaves the room.
When he’s gone, Jordan and River stare at me with wide smiles.
“So… that’s Damon, huh?” Jordan asks.
“He’s hot,” River says, winking at me.
“Especially when he’s telling your mother to go to hell. I know those words never left his mouth, but he fucking said them,” Jordan says.
River stares at him for a minute with a wide grin. “You think he’s hot, baby?”
Jordan rolls his eyes. “Pack the fruit and veggies. Don’t start with me.”
I grin and nuzzle into Sparrow’s hair.
