She stared at where his white-suited body used to be.
Then she looked to the blue sky with its fluffy white clouds and she shouted, “This moving on business better be worth it!”
She received no reply.
Chapter Eighteen
Carver
Prentice
The doorbell buzzed to Elle’s apartment and Prentice woke instantly.
This was unusual, Prentice was a deep sleeper.
But from the moment they arrived in Chicago, he’d been waiting for this.
And he was looking forward to it.
Therefore he rolled into Elle who had woken too and looked into her shadowed face.
“Don’t move,” he ordered.
“But –” she whispered, her voice sleepy but full of fear and Prentice felt his temper flare.
And he was glad for it. He wanted to be angry. He did not intend to keep a very tight hold on his control. If it snapped, he’d welcome it.
“Don’t move,” Prentice repeated.
“The children,” she said.
“It’ll be okay.”
“I don’t –”
His mouth found hers and he kissed her quiet before murmuring, “Elle, baby, trust me.”
He heard her pull in a soft breath and watched her shadowed head nod.
He threw the bedclothes aside and the bell buzzed again.
Jesus, the bastard was impatient.
Prentice wanted to make him wait. However Carver could wake the children, both also deep sleepers like their father, and Prentice courted this if he delayed.
So he didn’t delay.
He also didn’t put on a shirt but walked to the front door only in a pair of pajama bottoms.
He did this on purpose.
He wanted Carver Austin to be confronted with Prentice and Elle’s intimacy. He wanted that man’s imagination to run wild. He wanted him to know that he’d pulled Prentice from Elle’s arms, from her bed. He wanted him to wonder what they might be doing there.
It didn’t say much about him but he didn’t care.
After what that man did to Elle and took from the both of them, Prentice wanted Carver Austin to be tortured by every conceivable way Prentice could make Elle happy.
Prentice weaved his way around the many obstacles to the front door.