Ripped - Cassia Leo Page 0,40
time?”
“Are you talking to me?” she asks as she turns a page on her eBook.
“Who else would I be talking to? Yes, I’m talking to you.”
She’s silent for a moment as she presumably finishes reading whatever passage she’s on, then she slowly turns her head to look at me. “Yes, while you were gone all day, I’ve been in here resting and answering Finn’s questions while my mom has been out there taking care of Mila.”
The idea of her being alone in our bedroom with another man all day long makes my blood boil. “You were answering his questions? How the fuck were you answering his questions without me? You don’t know anything about construction.”
She turns over carefully onto her other side to face me. “What are you accusing me of, Adam? Because you’re the one who’s never home anymore. What the fuck are you doing out there, huh?”
“You’re the one who cheated on me!”
“Ten years ago!”
“Ten years, ten hours. It’s all the fucking same to me.”
Her lip trembles as she attempts to hold back tears. “Get out.”
“Oh, what? Now you’re kicking me out of the bedroom again? Is that so you can fuck Finn in private?”
“Are you fucking kidding me? I’m almost eight fucking months pregnant. Do you really think anyone on this planet, other than you, would want to have sex with me right now? I’m a whale!”
I shake my head. “You’re not a fucking whale. You’re gorgeous. Did you see the way that motherfucker was looking at you before I took Kaia to school this morning?”
She curls up and closes her eyes as she starts to cry. “I’m huge. Even you didn’t want to have sex with me last night. I hate the way I look. I can’t even eat. I make myself sick.”
“Have you eaten today?”
She opens her eyes, but she doesn’t look at me or answer my question.
“Lindsay, you have to eat when you’re pregnant.” I lie down on my side, propping myself up on one elbow as I lift her chin up. “Baby, you’re fucking gorgeous right now, and that’s no bullshit. I didn’t want to have sex last night because I was afraid I was hurting the babies, but you better believe I jerked it in the guest bathroom while thinking about you.”
She smiles reluctantly. “You’re just saying that to make me feel better.”
“I’m not lying. I stood over the toilet, one hand on the wall and the other stroking my soldier as I imagined pounding you from behind. Do you know how much I love the way your ass looks right now? When I think about your booty, I immediately think of an onion.”
This time she laughs. “What the hell does that mean?”
“It means that your ass reminds me of an onion, because it’s so fresh it makes me cry.”
She shakes her head. “Did you seriously just call my ass fresh?”
I nod as I brush a piece of hair out of her face. “As fresh as my jokes. Now that’s fresh.”
She closes her eyes as I plant a kiss on her forehead. “I think we should talk about—”
Lindsay’s interrupted by a knock on the open bedroom door.
“Is it okay if I just grab my tools?” Finn asks.
I sit up, stroking Lindsay’s hair as I reply, “Yeah, go ahead.”
She turns over and begins reading her book again. Once Finn is gone, I consider asking her what she wants to talk about, but I have a feeling she wants to discuss my retirement. And I definitely don’t want to talk about that. Especially not after the experience I had with Kaia today, an experience that won’t mean anything to Lindsay because she wasn’t there.
We both go through the motions, having dinner with Lillian and the kids, speaking to each other when necessary. I excuse Lillian to go home after dinner, then I do the dinner dishes and get the girls ready for bed while Lindsay takes a shower. By the time Kaia’s asleep and I lie down next to Lindsay again, her eyes are closed, but I can tell she’s still awake by the way her toes move under the covers. She has a weird habit of curling and uncurling her toes when she’s trying to fall asleep.
I turn off the bedside lamp and fold my arm around her waist. “Good night, baby.”
She doesn’t reply.
Fourteen
The film crew arrives at nine a.m. to get set up for the Surfline interview. I sit on the sofa in the living room, watching as they set up a