loud breath. “Your aunt can explain. I hate talking.” With that, he turns around and heads to her home.
Peachy. What is he, four?
I flinch when I spot Finn’s reflection through the rear view mirror. It’s been two years since I’ve heard my son speak. Some days I’m angry with Leo because of it. If he hadn’t died, Finn wouldn’t be this quiet boy who sits next to the door waiting for his father to come back. “Harper, stay where you’re at sweetie, I’m going to find out what’s going on.”
I leave the car, locking it behind me, and charge toward my aunt, but first I stop right in front of Porter. “Can you please keep an eye on my children?” I ask, and continue my way toward my aunt’s house.
The doors are wide-open, one of the men I saw earlier is heading my way empty handed. My aunt trailing right behind him.
“What’s going on?” I question, signaling toward the chaos.
“Well the movers arrived an hour ago,” she answers, walking me outside her house. “Porter explained how you guys won’t fit in my house, and he offered his place.”
“What does that mean?” I frown, watching the surly man standing right next to my car watching my children. “Where is he going to live?”
She wiggles her eyebrows and smiles widely. “With me, of course.” She raises her hands and shrugs, as if she’s going to sacrifice for the greater good. “He promised to keep his distance, but I won’t complain if something happens between us . . . after all, I am a woman—with a heart and needs, you know.”
Is she serious? Really, my aunt and her tenant? Instead of listening to my aunt’s disturbing comments, I walk back toward him.
“Thank you, but this won’t be necessary,” I say, pointing at his house. “We can find a place next week, there’s no point of moving all the furniture around.”
He rolls his eyes and huffs. “Lady, it’s done. You can use my living room and dining room furniture since you don’t have any.” He taps the car window. “They can’t live with your aunt in that tiny room.” He shakes his head.
“One more thing, never leave your children inside the car unattended, the next time I’m breaking the windows.”
“But you’re here and I’m here . . . I never . . .” but there’s no point of telling him anything else, as he already left me standing in the middle of the driveway, alone.
As promised, two hours later the movers are gone and my stuff is inside Porter’s house. Surprisingly it’s comfortable, though, I wonder why he owns expensive furniture and lots of books. He’s a single man. The expected rundown couch, one table and two chairs, and a wall-to-wall television screen are nowhere to be found. I don’t want to sound ungrateful, but he not only left some bits and pieces of his stuff behind, but also his sandalwood smell. A scent that is starting to make me feel uneasy. There’s something about him that bothers me or intrigues me. I can’t even pinpoint the emotion that he evokes. What is it about him that has me on the edge?
“I’m not sleeping with Finn,” Harper sneers, rushing down the stairs. “Mom, you took me away from my house, my friends, and Daddy. Then you brought me into a place where I can’t have my own room. Why are you doing this to me?”
Placing a hand on my mouth, I count to ten before I raise my voice. Lately, her attitude and bratty tone are wearing me down. The sassy girl she once was crossed the thin line and has become a brat. I barely recognize her and I fear that if I don’t find a way to change that attitude, I might lose her inside this new person she’s creating.
“Harper, this is hard for the three of us,” I use the gentlest tone I can find inside my raging body. “But we have to find a new way to exist. There’s nothing left in Colorado for us and before you mention Daddy.” I gently touch the left side of her chest. “He’s inside you, baby, wherever you go he’ll follow. No matter if we’re on
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