Games of the Heart
Page 167
Mike grinned again and said, “Yeah.”
“It was a great day,” I declared.
“Yeah,” Mike agreed.
“Perfect.”
Mike just kept grinning at me.
My hand slid up to his jaw and my face got super close.
“Thank you, honey, for making me so f**king happy.”
The smile went out of his eyes, he lifted his head, touched his mouth to mine then settled back on his pillow.
Then he whispered, “That’s my line.”
I felt warmth in my chest. Then I dropped my head and put my lips to my husband’s.
He took them and instantly rolled me.
Then the day got happier.
*
Carefully, Mike slid away from Dusty and angled out of bed.
Then his feet moved through the dark, silent, still house.
Living room. Dining room. Family room. Kitchen.
Up the stairs.
Mandy first, on her side, curled into a ball, the bright pink covers at her little waist, one little foot free.
Austin next, on his back, arm thrown wide, covers kicked off, his little tee had ridden up exposing his little kid belly.
Mike flicked the covers over him and left the room.
The office.
Then Reesee’s room, mostly gutted, her suitcases gone, spending that night with Fin in Indy at the Hyatt Regency before they went to Jamaica tomorrow.
Back down the stairs, one final go through then into his and Dusty’s room.
She hadn’t moved.
He cautiously slid in behind her, fitted his front to her back, wrapped an arm around her waist and tucked her gently to him.
“All well?” she muttered sleepily and he smiled into her hair. She knew he didn’t want to wake her. Sometimes he succeeded. Sometimes she pretended to be asleep even though he knew he woke her.
Sometimes, she’d not fake it.
“All’s well,” he muttered back, giving her a squeeze.
And that was no lie.
All was well.
All was absolutely, undeniably, beautifully well.
And on that thought, Mike fell asleep.
“It was a great day,” I declared.
“Yeah,” Mike agreed.
“Perfect.”
Mike just kept grinning at me.
My hand slid up to his jaw and my face got super close.
“Thank you, honey, for making me so f**king happy.”
The smile went out of his eyes, he lifted his head, touched his mouth to mine then settled back on his pillow.
Then he whispered, “That’s my line.”
I felt warmth in my chest. Then I dropped my head and put my lips to my husband’s.
He took them and instantly rolled me.
Then the day got happier.
*
Carefully, Mike slid away from Dusty and angled out of bed.
Then his feet moved through the dark, silent, still house.
Living room. Dining room. Family room. Kitchen.
Up the stairs.
Mandy first, on her side, curled into a ball, the bright pink covers at her little waist, one little foot free.
Austin next, on his back, arm thrown wide, covers kicked off, his little tee had ridden up exposing his little kid belly.
Mike flicked the covers over him and left the room.
The office.
Then Reesee’s room, mostly gutted, her suitcases gone, spending that night with Fin in Indy at the Hyatt Regency before they went to Jamaica tomorrow.
Back down the stairs, one final go through then into his and Dusty’s room.
She hadn’t moved.
He cautiously slid in behind her, fitted his front to her back, wrapped an arm around her waist and tucked her gently to him.
“All well?” she muttered sleepily and he smiled into her hair. She knew he didn’t want to wake her. Sometimes he succeeded. Sometimes she pretended to be asleep even though he knew he woke her.
Sometimes, she’d not fake it.
“All’s well,” he muttered back, giving her a squeeze.
And that was no lie.
All was well.
All was absolutely, undeniably, beautifully well.
And on that thought, Mike fell asleep.
