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I’m stuck in the middle, halfway between heaven and hell. Madly in love with my husband’s ghost.
Poor girl
“You wear your insecurities here.” He pinches the bottom of my stomach. “Mine are on the inside,” he whispers. “Just because you can’t see them doesn’t mean they aren’t there.” “I knew it.” I smile against his lips. He grabs my hips and throws me on the bed and then crawls over me. “Be gentle, please,” he teases. “Don’t hurt me.”
“I bet you were all fucking your governesses in boarding school.” He puts his head back and laughs out loud. “Jameson was, actually, come to think of it.”
“Be a good boy, and you might get what you want.” He smiles darkly. “Or be a bad boy, and take it anyway.”
When I’m holding her in my arms like this, intimacy is running between us like a river, and just for a moment . . . She is mine.
you in this mood today?” I ask. “Nothing.” He puts the back of his forearm over his eyes. “Tris.” I pull his arm off his face. His eyes hold mine. “Look at you getting all needy.” “I am not getting all needy,” he snaps, insulted. “What’s this, then?” “This is . . .” He frowns as he tries to articulate himself. “I’m not fucking needy, Claire. I’ve never been needy in my entire life.”
“What?” he snaps again. “You won’t see me because I don’t have children? That’s fucking ridiculous, Anderson. Can you hear yourself right now?” “Don’t raise your voice at me,” I warn him. “Shut up, and come to lunch with me.” He takes me into his arms, and his lips drop to my neck. Is he for real? “Tristan.” I sigh. Jeez. “Stop it.”
“Is your mother there making you call me?” “Yep.” “Are you really sorry?” “No.” I narrow my eyes . . . what I really want to blurt out is I screwed your mother every which way, and she fucking loved every inch of my cock, you little shit. But I won’t. I’ll be the adult here.
“It wouldn’t bother you that I didn’t like your children if you didn’t want me.”
if I can’t have you, I don’t want to think about you.”
“What are you going to do about this?” “Nothing. Why?” “Why aren’t you attacking him with underpants?” I snap, annoyed. “What good are you if you’re not going to be consistent?” I hit his chest with the backs of my fingers. “Consistency is key, Fletcher. If your mother isn’t allowed to date, she isn’t allowed to date anyone.”
“I’m warning you,” he sneers, “stay away from my mother.” I glare at the self-righteous little shit in front of me. “I’ve got two words for you.” I hold up two fingers. “What are they?” I lean in real close. “Boarding. School.”
“Speak English, Tristan. What are you proposing?” “Casual monogamy.” “Casual monogamy?” I smirk. “Is that a thing?”
“Jameson,” I whisper through gritted teeth. “Meet me, or else prepare to bail me out of prison tonight for killing a minor.” “What?” “That kid.” I pinch the bridge of my nose, unable to believe it. “He put sugar in the gas tank of my Aston Martin.” “What?” “Oh, it gets better. He also put hair-removal cream in my fucking conditioner bottle.”
“So this kid is the one who attacked you with the underpants?” “No, this is the kid who hanged the teddy . . . the serial-killer one.”
I don’t know what’s going on with us, but I do know that I want to be with her in the right now, and a fucktard little kid isn’t winning and keeping her from me.”
“She’s beautiful.” “She is,” he replies. “Why didn’t it work out with her?” I ask, distracted by her beauty. He kisses my temple and holds his cheek to mine. “Because she wasn’t you.”
“We all have to vote who your mom is going to have as a boyfriend.” “I didn’t agree to this,” Harry says. “No, Wiz, you have to pick one for Mom. Think very carefully about it, and remember, majority vote wins,” he says quickly as a disclaimer. Tristan’s eyes find mine, and I smile softly as I try to send him a telepathic message: I love you.
“Okay.” “Okay what?” Patrick replies. “Okay, I won’t go home.” I frown. He takes Patrick’s hand and begins to walk back into the house. “Come on. I’ll sleep on the couch.” “Tris, it’s okay. You don’t have to,” I reply. He turns back to me. “Yeah, I do, Claire. I don’t want him to worry about anything, least of all me.”
“This is Tristan,” Harrison says to the tombstone. I smile and dip my head in a greeting. “Mr. Anderson.” Harrison looks at me for a moment and then touches the tombstone. “You can touch it.” He pats it, as if to entice me. He wants me to shake hands with his dad. I walk over and put my hand on the top of the cold hard stone. Goose bumps scatter up my arms, and a weird emotion overwhelms me. In some strange way, I feel like this is the changing of the guard. The family he loved . . . is now with me. In my care, for me to love. “Nice to meet you, Wade,” I whisper.
I glance at Jameson, and he rolls his eyes. What must we look like, both shirtless and half-undressed in the office? “Fucking perverts,” I huff. “Go watch some porn or something.” “This is better.” Sammia sighs again. “Jesus Christ,” Jameson mutters under his breath.
His eyes hold mine. “I’m saying goodbye . . . I’m nobody’s backup plan.”
“I would give up having my own children, Claire, so that I don’t lose yours.”
“I love them. I want them as my sons. I want their surname to be Anderson-Miles.”
How the hell did you get on a plane, anyway?” I ask. “With your credit card.” My mouth falls open. “You stole my credit card?” I gasp. “Oh my God. Harrison,” I scold him. “You are unbelievable.” “No, I borrowed it. It was in Mom’s drawer.” The credit card I had given to Claire for emergencies. The one she refused to use. “You are grounded for life,” I whisper as I hold his hand. He smiles cheekily up at me, and I smirk down at him. I fucking love this kid.
“Where’s Fletch?” I ask as I lead them into the bathroom. “He wouldn’t leave Mom alone for the weekend.” I smile proudly. Always looking out for his mom. “That’s my boy.”
“You are leaving your family company to run someone else’s company? That’s madness.” I drop my head. “I can’t let you do this,” he stammers. “I’m going to run my sons’ company . . . for them. I can build it back up so that by the time they are old enough to take it over, it will be booming.”
There needs to be a 10 year time skip to the millionaire Anderson boys and their love life’s. Soooo here for that
“When will you be back?” he asks. I turn back to him. “When my boys are men.”
BEST fucking quote in the book. Legit. What an ending
