"Okay." I glanced over my shoulder and found her watching me. "I love you."
"See you tomorrow." He dropped the call, and I put my phone back in my pocket. I didn't need to say it, but he would assume it was because of them. It wasn't, but maybe it was for the best that he didn't know.
I'd been completely honest for the first time in a long time.
I did love him.
Chapter Thirty-One
Gavin
I woke the next morning to someone knocking on the front door. Had to be Ron. No one ever visited me, and mom was too sick to get up without help. Though it could have been her with Karen's help.
After pulling on a pair of jogging pants that lay in a heap on the floor by the bed, I stumbled into the living room and opened the front door. A big yawn caused me to turn and lift my hand to my mouth.
"I brought breakfast." Maddie's voice was soft, sweet.
"Nice." I moved back to let her in and turned my attention back to her. The thin blue sweater she wore left plenty of creamy thigh on display, and I couldn't help wonder why her nipples were budded. Cold? Or had someone turned her on.
"Can I come in?" She stood still, waiting for me.
She thought I was the same cock that barked order at her two weeks before when I was still so pissed about everything. And maybe I was. Who the hell knew.
"Yeah. I was going to head over to mom's this morning and check on her. She wasn't doing too good yesterday." I ran my fingers through my hair and closed the door, turning to follow the pretty ray of sunshine into the kitchen. Her sweet ass shook in her romper, and I knew she wasn't wearing panties.
My body hardened a little more. I stopped by the counter and sat down on a stool, scratching at my beard as she moved around the kitchen like she owned it.
"What are you doing up so early?" I stifled another yawn. "And over here?"
She paused and gave me a worried look. "I can leave."
I smiled. "No, I'm just saying. It's Saturday morning before 10. Don't high maintenance woman like you sleep in or something?"
"High Maintenance?"
"Gold diggers? That a better term?" My smile widened, but her’s faded.
"I just thought you wanted me over here more often so your momma wouldn't ask questions. I can leave." She turned and pulled two small plates out of the cabinet, loading them each up with a muffin and a few other pastries. She had no plans of leaving.
"Yeah, you're right." I took the plate and stood. "I'm glad you remembered. Hate to have to pull out the rule book and spank you with it."
"I like spankings. Remember?" She moved around me, walking to the front patio, shaking her fine ass more than she needed to.
"I do recall something like that." I reached around her and opened the door. The scent of her perfume sta
ined my lungs, and she glanced my way, her eyes filled with false innocence. "You're not wearing panties." I kissed her shoulder and caressed her ass, needing to validate my thoughts.
"They don't work with this outfit." She gave me a cocky grin and walked out onto the small porch. "Do you need to put on shoes and a shirt?'
"For what?" I sat down on one of the chairs and glanced up at her before picking up a fruity looking tart.
"Hey! That plate is for your mother and Karen." She lifted hers. "This one is ours."
"Oh. Shit. I thought that one was yours and this one was mine." I handed her the plate and opened the door to walk back in the house.
"You were going to eat four pastries?" she called after me, and damn if I wasn't falling in love with her. She was worried about my weight, or my health. Either way, I enjoyed her attention.
I pulled on a t-shirt and slipped my feet into some shoes before rejoining her. "My hair sticking up anywhere? My mother will bitch at me about it as if it's not her fault that I have cowlicks everywhere."