Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 89095 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 445(@200wpm)___ 356(@250wpm)___ 297(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 89095 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 445(@200wpm)___ 356(@250wpm)___ 297(@300wpm)
She entered her room and slowly eased the door closed between them. “Night.”
Her whisper hung in the air as the soft snick told him she’d shut herself in. As soon as she was gone, the sound of the TV beat at his brain, so he shut the noise box off and killed the lights. Then he settled onto the sofa with a blanket, his pillow, and a sigh.
What was Tessa doing now? Had she tucked Hallie in, then stripped down before climbing into her lone bed? Was she wishing he was beside her? What would she do if he was? If he reached out to touch her? If he kissed her? If he took off every stitch she wore and slid her body beneath his?
Funny how he’d arrived at her place a mere two days ago, wondering how long he’d have to stay before he could start looking for a place of his own. Now he was reluctant to leave. But if he didn’t, he knew what would happen. He wouldn’t be able to keep his hands off Tessa, especially since he was almost sure she wanted him, too. Hour by hour, the unspoken awareness between them grew. They were a ticking time bomb of suppressed desire. If he stayed, how long before they exploded?
In the dark, he stared out the living room window, seeing nothing. Hearing nothing but his own rough breaths and accelerated heartbeats, which could only be because he knew Tessa was just one closed door away.
He closed his eyes and forced himself to focus on sleep—until the sounds of a baby fussing jolted him awake.
With a groan, Zy swiped his phone off the nearby table and looked at the time. Quarter till two in the morning.
Eyes closed, he lay on the sofa, listening to Hallie’s whines gather steam until she began to wail. Moments later, quiet fell again, punctuated by baby moans. Hallie must be eating. At least he thought so until she started crying again. This time her squalls were sharper, alternating between anger and distress.
He scowled as twenty minutes turned into thirty, then forty. He listened, his concern growing as the baby began howling in earnest at the hour mark.
Something was wrong.
Zy hesitated—something totally unlike him. Stay and let her keep her privacy or go in and help?
He still hadn’t decided until he heard another sound between Hallie’s bellows. Tessa was sobbing.
And that decided everything for him.
Shoving off his blanket, he jackknifed to his feet and headed for her bedroom door. Grip on the knob, he paused, but there it was again, the sound of Tessa’s tears as she quietly fell apart.
He didn’t wait and he didn’t knock. He just shouldered his way into the room—then stopped short when he saw her.
Sitting in the glider in the corner, Tessa gasped and blinked up as he barged in. Tears fell from her tired eyes as she held a railing Hallie against her chest. Tessa crying was like a kick in the chest.
“What can I do to help?”
“N-nothing. I’m fine.”
The catch in her voice said she was lying. “Bullshit. What’s happening?”
“Hallie is just fussy and overtired. She roots around for me like she’s hungry, but she just ate. I can’t seem to calm her down, and I don’t know what else to do. I feel like I’m screwing everything up.” Tessa wiped away her tears. “But I’ll figure it out. Sorry to wake you. Go back to sleep.”
Was she kidding?
“Did you change her?”
“Just a few minutes ago.”
“And she’s not sick?”
“No.”
If the baby was full, dry, and healthy, then Tessa had done what she could. Zy couldn’t stand to see her suffer anymore, and she damn straight didn’t need to carry the burden alone.
He crossed the room to her. Even in the moonlight, he saw her stare—clinging, confused, and worried.
“What are you doing?”
“Give her to me, Tess, and go to sleep. I got this.”
“You? What do you know about babies?” She clutched Hallie tighter, which prompted a higher-pitched wail from the baby.
“Admittedly not a lot, but maybe she can sense your exhaustion and upset. Maybe I can calm her. It’s worth a try.” When Tessa bit her lip in indecision, he set out to soothe her protective mother instinct. “I’ll stay in this room, in that chair right next to you. You get back in the bed and rest.”
“But—”
“No buts. You and Hallie are both wrung out. I’m awake, and I can’t do any worse.”
This time when he reached for Hallie, Tessa released her squirming little form into his arms. The baby gave a startled fuss, then fell silent when she caught sight of him, big eyes going wide. Another whimper came, followed by a wail. But he ignored that and pressed her against his bare chest, his hand enveloping her back, her face near the warmth of his neck.