talks about the court date, the paternity, or Susan. I leave feeling better about everything. I don’t know what the future is going to hold, if we’ll get this thing beat, but I know that we will get through it no matter what and by the end, we’ll be stronger for it all.
Chapter Thirty
TENNESSEE
When Bethie and I went shopping, I really did buy two pairs of new high heels. They’re nowhere near as flashy as the ones that my mother bought me, but they’re still sky-high and I feel sexy as ever in them. It doesn’t hurt that they’re bright red.
Landry hasn’t been able to keep his hands off of me all day long either. We’ve already been together three times today. I do not know how his stamina is as high as it is, but I’m also not about to question it, because I surely am reaping the benefits and the orgasms from it.
The childcare isn’t open in the evenings, so Holden will have to be at this meeting with us. Thankfully, Landry was much more clear-headed than I was with all of this. After dinner, he suggested letting Holden play in his bedroom. He brought toys and a couple of cartoon movies for him to watch.
I don’t know how I got so lucky, but I am never going to take a moment with Landry for granted, not ever. He says that the reason all of this is happening is because of him and I agreed with him, but inside I know that this is my punishment for what I’ve done.
I’m a hypocrite, but I’m Landry’s hypocrite and I honestly don’t know if I could ever walk away from him. I have fallen head over heels completely in love with the man. I know there are a million things against us, but none of it matters because we just work.
“Honey, you ready?” Landry calls out.
My eyes flick over to the clock on my desk and I cringe. It’s time. Slowly, I lift my head and see Landry and Holden standing next to one another. Taking my phone off my desk, I can’t help but open the camera app and take a picture of them. I don’t know why, but a picture of them together, before all of our worlds change, it just seemed appropriate.
Standing, I gather my things, then take a step toward him and another until Landry lifts his hand and slides his arm along my waist, pulling me against his chest. His lips touch mine in just a brush of a kiss.
“Everything is going to be okay, honey,” he whispers against my mouth.
“I really hope it is,” I sigh.
Landry hums, his tongue sliding along the seam of my lips. Straightening, I smooth my black skirt down as I clear my throat. Lifting my eyes to meet his, a thought crosses my mind.
“All the s.e.x. today, that was to distract me, wasn’t it?”
His lips curve up into a grin. “It was to distract both of us, honey. I’m nervous too.”
My fingers lace with his and together, the three of us make our way toward his private elevator. As it climbs, I wonder if everything is going to change and when it does, will we change with it? I don’t want us to, but this custody stuff, this divorce, I don’t see how we can come out of it unscathed—we’re just too new.
We’re the first ones to arrive, aside from the restaurant that is setting up all of the food. Landry pays them before they leave, but Holden and I go over to the window and watch all of the people and cars beneath us. He loves it. And I just need him being distracted to distract me.
I’m lost. This is just another traumatic experience to add to my list and I’m just about sick and tired of them happening. I want it all to stop, but I also want whoever this man is to sign over all of his rights too.
I’ve been thinking about it for a few days. After some research, I discovered that even if he does a paternity test, he can also sign his rights away and then he won’t have any way to come back and try to get Holden again.
I also looked up the statute of limitations for rape in Arkansas. It’s three years from when the crime was committed. It would be cutting it close, like within days. I may need to figure out the exact date of the party, an event