Page 81 of For Your Heart
Blinking through his eyes for a minute, I can see the text conversation and I decide, yes, Zarek is.
“Nosy psycho.”
Grinning, I don’t even argue. Instead, I turn away to let him have the living room to himself while I fall back on our bed. “What are you up to today?” I ask.
It’s Saturday and we don’t always get together over the weekend. Simon was here last night, but he left this morning on a work errand and said he’d swing by to pick up Stommer before he came back to see mom. It was on the tip of my tongue to say that his professor didn’t need to be here. This was a family gathering.
Thankfully, I managed to keep those words in. My self-control was improving.
“I don’t know,” Sage says. “I think I’m going to get some groceries for the week and then hang out with Jordan, River, and the baby this evening. Is your mom there yet?”
“Not yet.” I pull the phone away to check the time. It’s later than I thought it was. “Soon,” I say when I put the phone to my ear again.
“Did your dad come with her?”
“Nah. He hates planes, but we’ll be back home for Christmas. We decided to do Thanksgiving here, though. If our parents want to come out, then they can.”
“That’s good.”
I nod. Declan and I have discussed inviting Sage and Zarek to spend Thanksgiving with us. It would distract us from the fact that Stommer would be here. At least he was bringing that big hunk of a pastel pretty with him. Vulcan. Talk about a sweet man.
We haven’t invited our guys yet because we didn’t know how they were going to get along with Simon. It’s coming up, though. We need to introduce them soon.
“Next weekend.”
I nod. “Hey, do you have plans next weekend?” I ask.
“No,” he says, and I can already hear his excitement. If I could see him, I’d bet he’s bouncing on the balls of his feet.
“Think you’re ready to meet Simon?”
There’s a pause before he says, “Yes! I’m so ready. I want to meet your best friend!”
I chuckle and sit up when there’s a knock at our door. “Mom’s here. I’ll message you later. All right?”
“Okay. Have fun with your mom.”
“Enjoy your friends,” I say in return as we hang up. I’m barely on my feet when a text comes through. I’m surprised to see it’s from Sage when we just hung up.
Sage
I miss you.
Sage
Sorry, maybe I shouldn’t have said that.
Sage
I was too nervous to say it aloud. On the phone.
Sage
Sorry. I think I sound like an idiot. But I do miss you. Just so you know.
I grin and shake my head. He’s such a damn puppy.
Me
