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Oscar: Thank you. A man of few words. Rhodes Volkova.
Oscar: I wouldn’t mind my sheets smelling like sunshine. My heart skips a beat. Did he mean to text that?
Rhodes: I’m a man. Just how much has he had to drink? Me: I’m aware.
Rhodes: This is Malaki. Rhodes has asked me to take his phone because he clearly cannot be trusted to text his hot nanny at the moment. Ignore all previous text messages from our drunken grump. Goodnight, Sunshine.
Those vivid green eyes move over my face, like he’s trying to read me. Good luck. It’s a mess in here.
It’s crossing a line, but barely, and aren’t lines drawn to be crossed? According to Malaki, they are, and for once, I’m choosing to believe his thought process.
“Ellie’s idea.” My daughter turns to look at me as Sunny grabs the bouquet and puts her face to the flowers. I send her a stern look, Don’t you dare.
My glimpse is brief, but I’ll likely remember every detail, down to the sheen on her lips, for days to come.
Gently, I reach forward and place my hands onto her warm face. “Breathe,” I demand. I inhale, wait for her to do the same, and then we both exhale at the same time.
How can someone make confusion look so hot?
“You can’t just run off after saying something like that.” Her voice shakes. “You’re going to just have to forget I said anything.” Yeah fucking right.
I feel her stare, and it makes me burn.
Now I have to go stick my head in the fridge to cool off my embarrassed-stained cheeks. After what feels like ten years, Rhodes finally drops his hand and walks casually into the kitchen. I’m almost certain he’s carrying himself with a little more confidence than before, so clearly, the compliment went right to his head.
My heart flips. “Sunny.” He nods at me, and I swear I see a smirk hiding behind his cup. Oh, is that how this is going to go? He’s amused by me and my awkwardness this morning? Fine.
“Yeah, Sunny.” Rhodes places his cup on the counter. “How was the rest of your birthday?” I choke on air. Apparently, he didn’t get the memo to never mention my birthday ever again.
“For the Emmy-deserving birthday gift.” He winks, and my stomach dips. He backs away slowly with a knowing grin and walks out of the kitchen. I shout over my shoulder at the last second, “Don’t let that go to your head!” “Too late!” he shouts back.
Sunny tries to climb off me, but my hands tighten against her waist. Fuck, let go of her. I’m unhinged. I’ve lost my fucking mind.
My thoughts turn racy. They’re deranged. I place the back of my hand to my forehead. Do I have a fever?
“Lying in my bed.” I pause. “Thinking about whether or not I should hang up the phone.” Tell me to hang up, Sunshine. Please.
I clench my eyes shut. “You’re the one who’s supposed to be rational, Sunshine.” “I’m younger than you. Aren’t you the one who’s supposed to be rational? Set an example?” She’s right. I am. But that was before.
“You like ‘em?” “No.” I chuckle dryly. “We’re back to lying now?”
“You stop it,” he says between a chuckle. “I’m not doing anything,” I whisper. He snickers.
His warm breath coats my neck when he leans forward and reaches for my mug. “Your pink cheeks are giving you away, Sunshine.”
Ellie’s eyebrows cave. “My daddy isn’t pretty.” Tell that to the entire female population, kid.
“The reasonable one?” He flicks his gaze to me, and my heart flips. “You’re going to have to tell me no when I come begging.”
Sunshine: If you score, maybe I’ll let you punish me. Wrong thing to say, baby. I told her she was supposed to be the rational one, but I’m so fucking glad she isn’t listening to my nonsense. Me: Challenge accepted.
She wants me to score? Consider it done.
That’s right. You’re mine. For the time being. I kiss her like I mean it. I kiss her like I own her mouth. It’s possessive, and she can tell.
My girls need me, and they need me now.
“I’m not angry with you,” I say. “How could I be angry with you for worrying about everyone but yourself?”
“Does your head hurt? I figure keeping the lights off is best.” “A little,” I admit. “But I’m—” “If you say you’re fine…” Even through the darkness, I see the severity in his gaze.
I’ve known men to be possessive, and I’ve never really understood it. Until now.
I know another woman will never match her. This doesn’t happen more than once in a lifetime.
My senses heighten when I see Rhodes leaning against the doorway with a mug of coffee in his hand. Damn him for being so attractive in the morning. My body is highly aware of his every move, even down to the faint bob of his throat when he swallows.