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“Let’s head home, girls. We need to get cleaned up and start supper.”
“Can we help?” Rowan asked as she took my hand to pull me to my feet.
“Of course you can help. Let’s make spinach casserole.”
I walked back toward our house hand in hand with Rowan and Ophelia, talking about Rowan going to first grade, and Ophelia was going to have a birthday soon.
“Hello, pretty girls.”
I looked up at Lane, running in shorts and sneakers right toward us. We all stopped and stood directly in front of each other. After he high-fived both girls, he smiled at me.
“What are you doing here this time of day? Shouldn’t they be into something?”
“Yeah, I screwed that up. We ditched it for the beach.”
Lane frowned and moved closer to my ear. “Gabby, you have to be careful.”
“Go ahead, girls. I’ll catch up in a minute,” I said while coaxing them both with a little push. They ran through the water, chasing the waves, or maybe the waves chased them. I angled back toward Lane, my eyebrows drawn together to match his.
“Why would you say that? Be careful about what?”
“I’m just telling you to be careful with him. He’s not who you think he is.”
“What does that mean? You’re talking about Paxton, right?”
“Yes. I just want to make sure you’re okay.”
“Tell me what you know. What you’re not telling me.”
“I know it all, Gabby. I know what he does to you. You can still get out. It’s not too late.”
I crossed my arms and my eyebrows dipped even more. My gaze looked past him to the girls squatted over looking at something, and then staring back at Lane. “Get out? Too late for what?”
“Just know that I’m here if you need me.”
“Are we close?”
“Yes. Well, we were before this. Before you forgot who I was. Who we were.”
“Good Lord. You’re right. I don’t want to hear this. I’ll check you later.” I scratched my head and sidestepped him. He stopped me. The way his hand went around my waist and he pulled me to him, told me we were close. Closer than we should have been.
“I’m right here, Gabby,” he said in a raspy tone close to my ear. Close enough to feel his words on my skin.
I spun out of his arms more confused than ever. “Yeah, so I hear. I’ll see you around.” I didn’t give Lane time to say another word. I got the hell away from him as fast as I could, calling after the girls as I half ran, half limped.
I took special care with my looks after my shower that evening. Tight jeans with a tight brown shirt, matching tan sandals with a small heel. I tried a pair a little higher, but they scared me. I wouldn’t be welcoming anymore broken bones for a while. Probably never. I thought maybe if I looked good he wouldn’t be too mad about my day. It was just a matter of time before one of the girls told him our plans, or our plan to cancel out his plans.
I looked hot, the girls looked pretty with matching red sundresses, braids down both their backs, and I was ready.
“What’s this?” Paxton questioned with one cocked brow.
“We look pretty,” Ophelia said as she slid from the stool and ran to him.
Paxton scooped her up and kissed her cheek. “You sure do.”
“And so does Mommy,” Rowan assured him while she gathered forks from the drawer.
“Yes, and so does Mommy.” Paxton examined me with a peculiar expression and strolled over to me. “Help your sister set the table,” he said while Ophelia slid down his body.
“How was your day?” I removed the casserole and worked around him.
“Where’s my roast?”
“This is better for you. You’ll love it,” I said as I stepped around him, bumping his arm with mine. “Here, Phi, put the spoons on the table.”
“We have chocolate pudding for dessert. Me and Row made it,” she said as she boasted to her dad about their help. They loved helping me, and I loved having their help. Even if it did mean more mess for me.
I picked up my red drink and sipped it, eyes zoning in on Paxton’s confused expression.
He took the glass from my hand and sniffed it. “What the fuck is this? Are you drinking?”
“Yes. I need it after the day I’ve had. I made you one, too. It’s not that strong. Try it.”
“You don’t drink, Gabriella.”
“I do now. Let’s eat.” I held a death grip over my drink, and walked hurriedly past him. No way was he getting this drink.
Paxton complained about the food I made, but not too much. The girls helped out, explaining that they helped me make it. I could tell he loved it, anyway. The three plates I dipped out for him was a dead giveaway.
Dinner was good. Neither one of the girls ratted me out about messing up their whole day. It was Candace. She was the big mouth that told on me. We all looked up to her knocking on the glass door by the pool. I waved a hand for her to enter and offered her a plate.
“No, I’ve got to go. Lane’s grilling burgers. I just wanted to check on you. Chance said the girls weren’t at dance this morning.”
“We quitted,” Ophelia said around the food in her mouth. I turned my eyes to hers, but not Paxton’s. She took another bite and spilled more beans. “We climbed on the boulders at the beach and had a picnic. Rowan ate my pickle.”
“I gave you mine. Don’t start with that again,” I said, warning her not to whine about the pickle that Rowan ate. “I got a little lost this morning. I gave up and we hung out here.”
Candace smiled and walked backward toward the door. “Good for you. I’ve tried to tell you for the last year that you had them in too much. I like this you.”
“And Lane was there, too,” Rowan said while offering the information to his wife.
Candace’s feet stopped moving and her face dropped, but she didn’t look at me. She kept her eyes on Rowan. “Oh, yeah?” That’s it. That’s all she said.
“Him was running,” Ophelia explained with her head bobbing, helping out.
“We didn’t really talk to him. He was out for a jog,” I said for whatever reason. Like I was defending myself.
“Yeah, he worked from home today. Okay, I’ll see you guys later. I just wanted to make sure everything was okay.”
“Yes, thank you for checking. We’re fine,” I said while trying to read her face. There was something there. What? And why?
The door closed behind her and I turned to Paxton. Oh, boy. He was pissed.
“So did they miss everything today?” he questioned in a pleasant tone, face not matching at all. Three lines formed on his forehead while his face turned to crimson.
I took a drink of alcohol before answering. “Yes, except for the grocery store. We did go there.”
“That’s nice. Finish up girls. You have to get baths.”
“We already did. That’s why our hair is pretty. See,” Rowan offered. Her head turned completely around so he could see the braid going down her back. A beautiful fishtail. I didn’t even know I could do that.
“Oh, you took baths before supper. I see,” Paxton said with a smile toward her, and a glare right at me.
“Cause we’re going to watch a movie, Daddy. I get to pick it,” Ophelia said while explaining the details we never discussed with her dad.
“Okay, you ladies go do that. I have some work to do yet. I’ll catch up to you later.”
“No,” she whined, “I picked Cinderella. The movie one that’s not cartoons. Remember, Dad? You said you wanted to watch it with me. Remember?”
Paxton’s heart melted in front of me. He was such a sucker to these little girls. “Oh, yeah, well okay. Let me go grab a shower. I’ll work after you go to bed.” He stood and slid his chair out, taking one long drink of the red stuff. He liked that, too. I could tell. So did I, and I needed more of it.
“Rowan, you clean up the plates and put them in the dishwasher. Phi, you get the cups and the silverware. I’ll be back in a minute.”
“Are you going to fight with Daddy?” Ophelia worried.
I looked at her like she was crazy, turning back with a frown. “No, of course not. I’m just going to go talk to him for a second. We’re not going to fight. I promise.” I gave her a wink and walked out of the room.
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