of his neck. He finally looked at the floor with a growl, frustration tugging his lips into a frown.
The front door suddenly flew open for the second time that morning. Gavin bit back a curse as Amelia and Butter ran into the house with Ava and Liv following slowly behind. Amelia stopped in the hallway and held a dog treat as high in the air as her little arm could reach. “Daddy, look!”
Amelia commanded Butter to jump. The dog merely lifted his head and took the treat from Amelia’s fingers, but Amelia squealed as if she’d taught Butter to talk.
Gavin smiled softly. “Very cool, baby,” he said, his voice strained.
Liv caught Thea’s eye as she walked into the kitchen. A few seconds later, “All the Single Ladies” blared from the Bluetooth speakers.
“She’s subtle,” Gavin said quietly.
“No one is as loyal as a little sister.”
“We’re going to go jump on the trampoline,” Liv said, picking up on the still-unresolved tension in the room.
She turned up the music before going out back with the girls.
Gavin approached Thea cautiously. “Just tell me what it w-w-will take. What do I need to do?”
His face conveyed a beseeching plea that reminded her way too much of the fake baby, please tone her father would use whenever he begged her mother for a second chance. Or a third or a fourth. How many times did her mother believe her father’s promises and take him back? Too many. Thea wasn’t going to make that mistake.
“It’s too late for this, Gavin.” Thea sighed, repeating her words from earlier.
Gavin’s face blanched. “Just give me a chance.”
She shook her head.
His eyes pinched at the corners. With a strangled noise, he spun around, his hands stacked on top of his head. His T-shirt tugged over taut back muscles that bunched and bulged as he battled his thoughts. A moment fraught with tension passed before he spun back around. Determination drove his steps as he ate the distance between them. “I’ll do anything, Thea. Please.”
“Why, Gavin? After all this time, why?”
His eyes dropped to her lips, and, oh God, was he going to—
Gavin let out a growl, slid one hand to the back of her head, and slanted his mouth over hers. Thea stumbled back and grabbed the back of the couch to keep from falling, but she didn’t need to because Gavin wrapped an arm around her back. A strong, protective, bulging, masculine arm that held her against his hard body. His mouth plundered hers. Over and over. And when his tongue swept between her lips, she couldn’t stop herself from responding. She curled her fingers into the front of his shirt and opened wider for him with a sigh. He tasted like toothpaste and whiskey and a shot of long-lost dreams.
But the shot came with a chaser of confusion and betrayal. Was she really this easy? One wild kiss and she was literally weak in his arms? One kiss and she forgot everything that had happened between them?
Thea wrenched her mouth away. “What the hell are you doing?”
“You asked why,” Gavin panted, his eyes dark. “That’s why.”
CHAPTER THREE
“You did what?”
Gavin slumped in the passenger seat of Del’s truck, the smell of the pizza, chicken wings, and other snacks in the back seat threatening to break the cease-fire in his stomach. It had been several hours since he last threw up, but the spicy odor of buffalo sauce warned that could easily change. “I kissed her.”
Del swore. “I specifically told you not to go see her!”
“I know.”
“And I definitely did not give you permission to kiss her.”
“I didn’t know I needed it.”
“You do. But more importantly, you need hers. Shit.” Del banged his hand on the steering wheel. “You might have set yourself back weeks with that stunt.”
Gavin didn’t argue because he had the sinking feeling Del was right. If Thea could’ve gotten her hands on a frying pan, she might’ve bashed him over the head with it. After pushing him away, she’d told him he had no right to kiss her like that and ordered him to leave.
But there’d also been a moment when she leaned into him, opened for him, let her tongue tangle with his, and breathed a little sigh. A real sigh. It was brief, but in that moment his wife had kissed him back. So maybe he hadn’t completely struck out.
Del hung a right and merged onto the freeway. The inside of the car glowed yellow from the lights of oncoming cars heading into downtown Nashville