“Gassy, probably. It’s common in babies. I’d be happy to take him, if you have things you need to do,” she offers.
“Actually, I would love to take a shower. Are you sure you don’t mind? I know you didn’t sign up for babysitting.”
“Please, it’s no hardship to hang out with this little guy. I get my baby fix and you get to no longer smell like ass. It’s a win-win.” She winks at me.
She’s fucking adorable.
I stand from the couch and make my way to where she’s standing in the doorway. Carefully, trying not to wake him, I transfer my son from my arms to hers. Her scent invades me—sweet, just like her. “Shhh,” I say softly as Knox stirs. Poor guy. He’s had a rough day, for sure.
“It’s okay, sweetheart, I’ve got you,” Kendall coos to him.
Leaning down, I kiss the top of his head, his baby smell mixed with her sweet scent. I lean in to them, placing my lips next to her ear. “Thank you, sweet girl,” I whisper. Standing to my full height, I hightail it out of there and to my room, needing a cold fucking shower all of a sudden. I have no business hitting on the beautiful Kendall; my life is ten shades of fucking crazy right now. I need to learn how to be a dad, take care of my son, run my business, and do it all well. I don’t have time for distractions.
Must stay clear. That’s my mantra.
I take my time in the shower, trying to tamp down my desire for Kendall. She’s beautiful, and today when she walked in . . . There’s just something about her, something I would have explored two weeks ago. Today though, I have more than just me to think of. Life is funny like that; it has a way of changing on you when you least expect it. I need to learn how to live in this new reality. I know that’s what I need to do, but the beautiful woman who is downstairs taking care of my son, she’s suddenly front and center in my mind. I know that I need to keep myself in check, but I can’t seem to stop thinking about her all of a sudden. Figures that I would find someone who interests me at the time in my life when distractions just are not possible. I quickly finish getting dressed so I can get back to them, both of them. I may not be able to touch her, but I’m dying to get my eyes back on her.
I hear voices in the living room. When I reach the end of the hall, I see Kendall feeding Knox, looking like she’s done it a million times, and Tyler is sitting close to her on the couch—too close. His arm is resting on the back of the couch behind her as he leans over and watches my son eat. It pisses me off.
“Tyler,” I growl. What the fuck is wrong with me?
“Hey, man, he’s got a good appetite.” He motions his head toward Knox. “Of course, if I had a beautiful woman holding and feeding me I’d eat like a champ too.” He winks at Kendall.
Rage. Toward one of my best friends, I feel rage. “Ty, you want to give them some space?” I’m being a dick, but fuck if I care right now.
Tyler’s head snaps toward me and he furrows his brow. I raise mine to him. He knows what I’m trying to say. Are you going to move, fucker? I can tell by the look on his face that he’s confused. Join the club, my man. I don’t know what’s come over me, but I do know that I don’t want him that close to her, or flirting with her. Hell, let’s just go with I don’t want him near her. Period. End of.
“You getting enough rest, man?” he asks. He still hasn’t moved away from her.
“Plenty,” I snap, and then try another tactic. He’s obviously not getting the hint. “Can you help me in the kitchen?”
“Sure, man. Kendall, you need anything?”
Fuck me! She doesn’t need him to take care of her.
“I’m good, Tyler. But thank you,” she says in her sweet-as-sin voice.
I watch as he removes his arm from the back of the couch, pats her knee, then finally stands to follow me into the kitchen. I turn and stalk away from him.
“What’s up?” he says, taking a seat at the island.
“Not her,” I say flatly.
“Come again?”
“Not her. You can’t have her.”
The fucker grins. “She yours?”
Yes. “No.”
“One of the guys, then?”
“No,” I say through clenched teeth.
He shrugs. “Fair game then, brother.”
Un-fucking-believable!
“Not her, Ty.” My voice is tight as I grip the counter.
“What’s wrong?” he asks, looking down at my hands and then back up to meet my gaze.
I close my eyes and take a deep breath. “What’s wrong?” I laugh humorlessly. “What’s wrong is I’m losing my motherfucking mind. That’s what’s wrong.”
“I’m going to need more than that,” he pries.
“Drop it.”
“Nope. Spill it,” he bites back, an amused smirk on his face.
“Fuck off.”
“Really? That’s how it’s going to be?”
I glare at him.
“I got nothing but time.” He leans against the back of the chair and crosses his arms.
The sound of the front door opening pulls my attention. I relax when I hear Reagan’s voice.
“Hey, you two.” Reagan kisses Tyler on the cheek and places two shopping bags on the counter. Dawn follows suit, setting two more right beside it.
“Hi, I’m Tyler.” He holds his hand out for Dawn.
“Dawn. Nice to meet you.” She grins up at him.
I take a deep breath and release my grip on the counter. Maybe he’ll leave Kendall alone now.