Didn't Expect You (Against All Odds #2) - Claudia Burgoa Page 0,89

calls his emotional issues. Three weeks ago, he began with his parents. The visit with his mother left him angry. He hoped that like many parents, the one with money had taken the children away but, in her heart, she cared for her sons. He’s working on not hating her because the last thing he wants is to drag negative feelings about her. On the other hand, he helped me take Sheila down.

She’s spending a few months in jail for stealing money from my sister.

We still haven’t discussed our feelings. That’s frustrating and yet fine because we’re not in a good place. Still, since that day we’ve been stealing caresses and kisses. They are just lingering, not full blown erotic embraces, but I’m so horny that some nights I spend an hour with my sex toys getting myself off while I think about him.

“What do you want to do today?” he asks, handing me the little board with the number sixteen. “Ready?”

I nod and call Brock who runs toward me. “Sit boy.”

He does and I hang the board, placing myself close to him so Nate can take a picture of Brock and the baby. A second later, he’s shaking his head and trying to take the board off. I help him and he huffs at me.

“Sorry, but I promise these pictures are worth it.”

Brock glares at me and marches toward Nate.

“I love him, but I swear he throws tantrums as big as Simon,” I mention, and since I brought up the feline, I text Persy.

Nyx: What are you up to today?

Persy: I couldn’t convince Ford to take me to New York.

Nyx: Next weekend?

Persy: Are you and Nate still ‘friends’?

I stare at the phone for a long time, wondering how I should respond to her. Normally, I’d tell her the truth. There’s a fire between us that threatens to consume our hearts if we’re not careful. We shouldn’t act on it, but I’m dying to be reckless and…

“You okay?” Nate asks, and I shrug, trying to erase all those naughty thoughts that keep me distracted most of the day—and all night.

Before I can answer his question with one of my own, Demetri walks outside the terrace.

“Happy Saturday, D,” I greet him.

“Ms. Nyx, as always, it’s a pleasure to see you,” he greets me. “Since you are both here, I’ll take the opportunity to remind you that Brock has a bed in the downstairs area.”

Nate and I laugh because Brock has no regard for furniture or any other surface in this house. He’s a well trained dog, just spoiled by us.

“It’s perfectly obvious that neither one of you care for him enough to show him how he should behave,” he snips. “Just don’t expect me to help you if you bring another dog home.”

“How can we help you, D?” Nate asks.

“The appointments with the realtor are set for next week,” he answers. “Also, Ms. Bronwyn Davis is downstairs, looking for you, Nate.”

Nate takes a deep breath and shakes his head.

“You okay if she comes upstairs?” he asks me.

I frown, “Me?”

He nods.

“If you want, I can stay out here,” I suggest.

“I want you with me as long as this doesn’t make you feel uncomfortable,” he explains.

“Then, I’m fine.”

Demetri nods and goes back into the house. Then I ask, “Why is she here?”

“My lawyer served her with an eviction notice. My physical address is on there. I expected her to come by and try to persuade me to let her live there for another ten years,” he answers.

For a moment, I want to remind him I wanted to be the one serving her with that, but then I remember that it was too long ago. Now I’m emotionally invested with him and it’d be not only unethical, but messy.

“We should go inside because I don’t want her to mess up the peaceful atmosphere of this place,” I suggest.

He takes my hand and when we reach the foyer, there’s a woman throwing daggers at me. Her blue eyes are darkened with fury.

“So, this is why you want me out?” she snaps without even greeting us. “You are leaving your child homeless because you decided to play family again?”

“Lower your tone or I’ll have Demetri escort you out of the building,” Nate warns her.

She huffs and punches him with a very low blow, “Who knows, that kid might not be yours either.”

He glares at her.

“You have five minutes to explain your presence, Bronwyn,” he says calmly. “I recommend you use them wisely. One more shot at