love with both boys. But at the end of the day, I do want kids, and if Gareth doesn’t want more, I don’t know if it makes even a little sense for us to keep seeing each other.
Busy tonight, another time? I stare at the text after I type it out, feeling my stomach turn as my fingers hover over the Send button. Pressing Delete until the words disappear, I know I’m totally screwed. What time?
Six. Bring stuff to sleep over.
My heart pounds. I can’t sleep over. I need to catch up on some work tonight.
Bring it with you.
I let out a deep breath and try again. I don’t feel right leaving my cat alone so much.
I stare at my phone, waiting for him to reply, and then jump when it suddenly rings and his name appears. Sliding my finger across the screen, I put it to my ear. “Hey.”
“Do you really have a cat, or are you trying to get out of staying with me?” he asks, sounding like he’s fighting back laughter.
“I really have a cat.” I roll my eyes, wondering who would lie about having a cat.
“Where was he the other night?”
“I didn’t say he likes me enough to be around me,” I grumble.
He starts to laugh. “You could bring him with you tonight.”
“I’m not bringing my cat to your house.” I balk at the suggestion.
“Why not? The boys and I like animals.”
“Melbourne doesn’t like humans. He barely tolerates me, and I think the boys might wonder why I’m showing up to dinner with my cat and all the things he needs, if I’m just supposed to be there for a couple of hours before going back home.”
“True.”
“Wow, did you just agree with me?”
“I guess I did,” he says, and I can’t help but smile. “I’m sure he’ll be okay without you for the night,” he adds, and I sigh. I should have known he wasn’t giving up.
“Gareth.”
“Don’t you want to stay over?”
I do. I want to stay over. I want to spend time with him and his boys. I want to get to know all of them. I just know I’m digging a deeper hole for myself by doing that. “I do. I just—”
“Where are you now?” he cuts me off before I can finish my sentence, not that I know what I was going to say.
“What?”
“Where are you right now?”
I look through the windshield and my muscles bunch. “Umm… at the store?”
“Are you asking me if you’re at the store or telling me that’s where you are?”
Seriously, why is he so annoying? “Why are you so annoying?”
“You only think I’m annoying because I can read you already. So, where are you?”
“The drug store,” I tell him, and like a switch is flipped, he goes completely silent. I don’t even hear him breathe. “Gareth?” It takes him so long to answer I almost pull my phone away to see if the call is still connected.
“I’m here.”
“Are you okay?”
“Yeah.” He clears his throat. “I’m heading now to pick up Max from school, and Mitchell has track until five, so we’ll be home around 5:30 and eat a little after six. Does that work for you?”
“Yeah, that works,” I say softly.
“See you then, babe.”
He hangs up before I can say goodbye and I drop my phone to my lap, staring at the dark screen and trying to figure out what just happened. I don’t get why he asked me where I was or why his mood seemed to change when I told him. “Men are so confusing.” I sigh, grabbing my handbag before I get out of the car and go into the store, where I pick up what I need along with a few boxes of condoms.
I reach my apartment twenty minutes later, and as soon as I shut the door and start to slip off my coat, Melbourne, who is lounging on the couch, meows loudly, gaining my attention. “Oh, I’m sorry. Did I interrupt your nap?” I ask sarcastically, and I swear he rolls his eyes at me before he jumps down, swishing his tail.
I shake my head as he prances into my bedroom then start for the kitchen, only to stop when there is a knock on my front door. Not expecting anyone, I check the peephole and frown when I see no one is there. Figuring it’s just the kids in the complex messing around, I start to turn from the door when there is suddenly another knock. Wanting to scare them a