The Rebound - Noelle Adams Page 0,44
fact, they hadn’t made any announcements at all. Madeline’s friends knew. Ken’s ex-wife knew. And she was pretty sure whispers were going around town about what might be going on between them. But Ken had been as good as his word. He wasn’t trying to make her his girlfriend. They were together the way they’d been before.
Only more.
It was good. She’d been incredibly happy. But the idea of spending another weekend without him grated on her as the days approached.
Finally, on Friday around lunchtime, the idea was bothering her so much that she knew she had to do something about it. So she called Ken.
“Hey,” he said, a smile in his voice as he picked up the other end of the call. “I didn’t expect you to call. Is everything all right?”
“Yeah. It’s fine.” She was smiling now because she could hear that he was.
“Did you just want to say hi to me?”
“Maybe. Are you busy?”
“No. Just doing a lot of annoying paperwork for the end of the month. What’s up?”
Despite her attempt at casualness, he must have realized she had a purpose to her call. “Nothing really. Just...”
“What’s the matter?” His tone had changed now. He sounded worried. He thought she was going to say something bad.
His concern pushed her into an immediate admission. “It’s... nothing. It’s silly. I just don’t want to go all weekend without seeing you.”
He hesitated for a few seconds before he replied, “That’s always nice to hear, but I don’t think I’ll be able to get away—”
“I know. I know. I’d never ask you to give up any time with your daughters for me. I just wondered...” She cleared her throat, wishing she’d taken the time to think through exactly what she was going to say before she’d called him. “Do you think... I mean, how would you feel about me coming over for a little while this weekend? While they’re there. Would that be weird? Would you be uncomfortable about me—”
“Oh my God, baby, come! Please come!”
He sounded so awed and overwhelmed that she giggled stupidly.
It was his turn to clear his throat. “I mean, of course you can come over. If you want. I’d have invited you, but I didn’t want to put any pressure on you.”
“I know you didn’t. And I appreciate it. But I think it would be all right.”
“Just know that if you come, then I can’t promise the girls won’t talk. About you being there. I guess I could ask them to keep it quiet, but I’d rather not put the pressure of a secret on them.”
“Oh no, Ken! I’d never expect them to keep it a secret. I think people are starting to talk anyway. It’s okay. It really is.” The thought should have terrified her, but it didn’t. She felt okay about it. Having a few people know that they were together hadn’t changed anything about the way they were together, so there was no reason to assume that having more people know would turn their relationship into something different. Something less good.
She wanted to share her life with Ken, and that meant sharing everything.
He let out a breath so deep she could hear it through the phone. “Okay then. You want to come over for dinner tonight? They’ve got dance class today, so we’ll be getting home around six thirty.”
“That would be perfect. I can go over a little early and start working on dinner. What are their favorite foods?”
THAT EVENING, MADELINE was just putting dried spaghetti into a pot of bowling water in Ken’s kitchen when he arrived home with Heather and Jessie. She could hear their voices in the entryway. Jessie was complaining that she could take off her own shoes, and Heather was asking where her dad’s friend was. Marlowe was whimpering happily at the unexpected visitors.
Madeline wiped her hands on her jeans and came out of the kitchen to say hello. She was ridiculously nervous.
Jessie was sitting on the floor, tugging off one of her boots and pushing away Marlowe’s attempts to greet her with endless kisses, but her little face lit up when she saw Madeline. “It’s you!” she burst out. “I didn’t know it was you!”
Ken chuckled and leaned down to rub his daughter’s head. “I told you that you’d like her. You want me to grab that boot now?”
“I guess so.” Jessie made a face at her dad but then turned to beam at Madeline. “Daddy said you’re making spaghetti for us.”
“I am. It should be ready in