Dream Maker (Dream Team 1)

It was around my heart. A tightness there I never really felt because I’d lived with it my whole life.

But right then, in a colossal shift to the world as I knew it, it just…

Loosened.

“You heard my mom talk to me the way she did last night.”

“Babe—”

I pressed in at his head.

“Listen to me, Danny, please?”

He shut his mouth.

“She’s never seen what you’ve seen, and she’s like that. And I’ve been taking it my whole life, knowing there’s no reason. I just did it because she’s my mom and I’m supposed to love her. There’s a reason why Nikki understood. You’re a good guy, Danny. Now it’s your turn to trust me, because I won’t lose track of that.”

I was then still holding his head and he was still in my face, but way in my space.

He’d wrapped one arm around me and pulled me to his body, his other hand at the back of my head, and we were making out again.

It was getting heavy, what with my special somewhere pressed against his rock-hard abs, when, yet again, his buds spoiled the fun.

“This is not getting me pancakes,” Auggie called.

Mag broke the kiss only to mutter against my lips, “I’m gonna kill these fuckin’ guys.”

I smiled into his eyes.

The anger slid out of his.

He then kissed my forehead and let me go, turning to Auggie and saying, “Newsflash, asshole. The reason they’re good is you gotta let the batter rest.”

“This dude is Julia Child with a Bronze Star,” Boone noted. “His pancakes are good but he’s a virtuoso at the grill. He can even make pizza on that fucker.”

It was good to know Mag could cook, but…

“Bronze Star?” I asked Mag.

“That’s like, eightieth-date territory, baby,” he muttered.

“Right,” I whispered.

He turned his head from the batter and grinned at me before he leaned in and touched his lips to mine.

“So, Evie,” Axl said, sliding the cup of coffee he’d poured me earlier on the counter by my hip. “Just in case you got time, I brought my laptop. It’s acting up.”

“I’ll have a look,” I told him before I took a sip of coffee.

“She’s not free tech support, dickhead,” Mag growled.

“Yes, I am,” I decreed.

“See,” Axl jerked a thumb at me. “She is.”

“Is it in your car?” I asked.

Axl nodded.

“Go down and get it,” I ordered. “I’ll have a look while Danny’s cooking.”

“On it,” he replied and took off.

“Babe,” Mag called.

I gave him my eyes.

“Seriously” was all he said.

“It’s okay. Promise” was how I replied.

He blew out a sigh.

My bag at the other end of the counter rang.

Auggie grabbed it and brought it to me.

It was Charlie.

I had a callout.

I heard the sizzle of butter hitting a warm griddle, the promise of goodness.

And I felt my heart beat.

Free.

And there you go.

Life goes on.

And sometimes, I was now learning, it was good.Chapter TwelveThe Dream TeamEvieSo, she’s got nothin’, and we’re on a break, and she’s at Target, buying Legos.”

Auggie was on the phone.

With Mag.

Sharing about our day.

“She then makes me drive her to the goddamn county lockup, not so she can lay into that asswipe brother of hers. So, she can lay those Legos on Bobbie. You know, that cop who sometimes runs the desk there. Because Bobbie’s kid was sick.”

I stood in the hall outside the dancers’ dressing room at Smithie’s club, hands on hips, ordering, “Stop talking, Auggie.”

Auggie ignored me.

“Yeah, Evie doesn’t have a couch, but Bobbie’s kid has a new Lego set,” he told Mag. “Then she gets a call from some old lady whose got somethin’ jackin’ with her computer. And just sayin’, brother, you’re up for dinner at Gert’s next Tuesday. And so am I and Boone, Axl, Mo and Lottie. I tried to get us out of it, but the woman talked so much, I couldn’t get a word in.”

I put my hand out and demanded, “Give me your phone, Auggie.”

“Yeah,” he said into the phone, continuing to ignore me. “So, Gert’s one tough cookie and she pretty much thinks Evie walks on water, which means, when the woman takes a breath, I tell her what’s goin’ down, and Gert loses her goddamn mind.”

I squinted my eyes at him at that reminder and remained in my stance, hand held out, glaring at him.

“This is probably why she let slip that Evie has been single-handedly feeding her for the last two years,” he continued.

Which was when I moved, shouting, “Auggie! Stop!” at the same time launching myself at him and going for his phone.

He just rounded me with an arm, tucked me to his side and twisted his torso away, all the while still…freaking…talking.

“Yeah, so heads-up on that too, brother. Gert didn’t wanna accept, but she’s in a financial sitch so she can’t really argue too much. This means I’m on grocery duty next. I volunteered Boone, Axl and Mo and Lottie, but you’re up after she gets through the lineup.”