ad the last few weeks been on her? It was as Blythe said. He wasn’t mean to anyone, but he was always snapping at Bree. He was going to try not to lose his patience anymore.
His resolve was short-lived when, a few minutes later, Bree was talking to Blythe again about moving.
“We can go shopping tomorrow and pick out some things for the baby’s room.”
Jace tensed and was about to say something, when he felt Blythe’s hand on his arm.
“That sounds nice, Bree. I’d like that.”
“Can I come, too?” asked Lyric.
“Of course,” answered Blythe. “We could pick up some more furniture for the rest of the house, too.”
Jace kept quiet; he was clearly outnumbered. He wasn’t sure how he was going to be much help with the baby if he wasn’t living with her, but they had time to figure it out.
When he looked up from his bowl of pasta, Bree smiled at him. He smiled back. She won this round. That didn’t mean she was going to take the title.
“I’ll follow you back to the house and help you unload,” he offered when dinner was finished.
“That’s okay, we can handle it.”
“Don’t be stubborn, Bree. Let him help us,” Lyric said.
“I’m gonna stay here tonight. Is that okay with everybody?” asked Blythe. “In fact, I’m going to call it a night now,” Blythe yawned. “I’ve got a good book I’m in the middle of. Two or three pages in, and I’m sure I’ll be sound asleep.”
“What’s it about?” Lyric asked.
“You know—cowboys, romance…that kind of stuff.”
“My favorite! Can I read it when you’re finished?”
“Of course.” Blythe yawned again. “Good night, everybody.”
Jace followed Bree to Palmer Lake. Forty-five minutes later, he had the boxes and clothes unloaded. “Do you want me to help unpack?”
“No, we can do that. Thank you so much for your help tonight.”
“I should go,” he said at the same time she asked if he wanted a beer.
“Okay,” they both said, and then laughed.
“Beer?”
“Sure,” he answered. “I’d love one.”
Bree handed him a bottle, went into the living room, and sat on the sofa. Jace sat next to her and took a sip of his drink. “Interesting day.”
“That’s an understatement.”
They sat in silence while he finished his beer and she drank a glass of wine.
“I should go,” he said and stood.
“Right. Um, thanks again for your help today.”
“Sure thing.” He walked to the door and she followed. “See you tomorrow?”
“Sounds good.”