Crazy for Loving You A Bluewater Billionaires Romantic Comedy - Pippa Grant Page 0,65
on him, and just how screwed both Remy and I will be if he decides we’re not worth it.
And what’s keeping him here?
Really?
A promise he made to a woman who didn’t deserve it.
I owe him what he’s asked for.
“How’s Derek coming with Julienne’s computer?” I whisper to Emily.
“They’ve been through every electronic device they could find at the house, and there’s no video evidence of Julienne and Rafe making their will. But they did find emails dated about six weeks ago with correspondence to their attorneys that clearly spelled out they wanted you and West Jaeger to be co-guardians. Hang in there. He’s digging deeper into the Rodericks’ past too. He’s confident they’ll find something useful for court.”
“Thanks.”
“Hey. Chin up. It’ll be okay.” She squeezes my hand. “We’ve seen each other through way worse than this. You and Remy are going to be just fine, very soon.”
I hope she’s right.
But for the first time in my life, I’m actually worried that I’m going to fail at something that matters.
Twenty-Five
West
Thursday night, I hit every red light and traffic jam and rude driver in Miami on my way back to Bluewater from a small job in Coral Gables, which I was late to since Daisy’s replacement house sitter for me found a leak in the bathroom sink of the beach house, and I had to fix that first thing this morning. The weather reports suggest a late-season tropical storm is forming in the Atlantic. And Becca is asking if she and the girls can come bring the baby a present this weekend, since diapers and formula don’t really count.
I weave through the picturesque Bluewater streets, trading waves with residents out for walks with their dogs or switching out the chalkboard signs outside their shops. Everything’s bright and colorful and happy here, but I’m so run down, I can’t appreciate it.
Despite how familiar all the faces have become, from the women Daisy calls the Wealthy Widows, to Frank the cussing parrot and Steve the three-legged alligator, to her best friends’ boyfriends and fiancé, this isn’t my world.
It’s Daisy’s, and I’m just trespassing temporarily until she’s overcome the legal challenges presented so she can keep Remy.
And getting more and more attached to the little guy every day.
He found his hands this week. Spent hours watching himself flex his fists, then more hours trying to grab a parrot hanging on the play mat someone sent as a gift.
Overall, he’s a happy kid. And I fucking miss him.
When I finally pull up to the D mansion, the sky is fading from dusky rose to deep purple over the palm trees. I was supposed to get Remy thirty minutes ago, and my phone has been blowing up in my cupholder the entire ride.
I’m already late, so I check the messages I’ve missed.
Mom: Westley, enough is enough. I’m booking a flight to come see you.
Tyler: Aw, Ma, you just want to soak up the Miami rays and have an excuse to hang around long enough to see me play there weekend after next, don’t you?
Allie: Yeah, she wants to be there to hug you and tell you it’s okay when you wipe out and lose.
Keely: Solid burn!
Britney: Nice, but not productive. West, Mom’s right. You can’t treat this like it’s Sierra Part Two and you’re trying not to get attached. You legally inherited a baby. You’re retired and not moving. And even if god forbid something awful happens, WE’RE YOUR FUCKING FAMILY and you don’t have to protect us. It’s OUR job to protect YOU.
Tyler: Wow. That was deep.
Mom: I also read that Daisy Carter-Kincaid was caught getting trashed at a brunch the other day.
Dad: I want to lick your pussy.
Dad: Tyler is my favorite child.
Dad: I AM GOING TO BANANA-RAMA-JAM-JAM YOU, Tyler is my favorite child.
Allie: NICE on the text replacement prank, Mom.
Mom: I have no idea what you’re talking about. Tyler’s always reprogramming your father’s phone, not me. Westley, where are you? Do I need to call?
Britney: He’s probably stuck in Miami traffic. Or dead. Their drivers are worse than Chicago drivers.
Mom: *gif of angry yelling cartoon mom*
Dad: *gif of Tyler tripping and sliding on the ice into Ares Berger’s ass*
Britney: *gif of woman spitting drink*
Allie: *gif of baby falling over laughing*
Keely: *eye roll emoji* I’m calling *dragon emoji* and we’re booking tickets, because while you yahoos are having fun, WEST IS DEALING WITH A SERIOUS BABY ISSUE, and SOMEONE needs to be there for him.