Stolen Course (Wrecked and Ruined #2)(75)

He barks out a laugh. “Wow. You even planned my blue balls. You’ve thought of everything. How could I possibly turn down an offer like that?”

“Okay, okay. Fine. If you take me to a fancy restaurant, I’ll give you a hand job in the truck. But only because I love you and not because I can be bought with food right now.”

“Oh God, please tell me you didn’t give hand jobs after dates in high school.”

“Caleb! Don’t be ridiculous. You know I was a complete virgin when we met! I have never even laid eyes on another man’s naked form other than yours,” I lie innocently, batting my eyelashes. .

“I love you, Emmy, but I don’t believe that for even one second. I’m getting hard just thinking about the way you expertly rode me that first night.” He walks around the table and kisses my mouth before carrying my plate to the kitchen. “All that matters is that I’m the last naked man you ever see.”

“I can’t wait to not be pregnant anymore,” I announce as he walks away. I want to have sex with my husband. The kind where it’s rough and deep and you can’t walk the next day. But the watermelon I’m carrying is not exactly conducive to sexy time.

“You’re beautiful, so stop. There is plenty of time for dirty sex in the million years to come.”

“Oh all right, I’ll stop complaining. Does that mean we have a PG-13 date planned for this weekend?”

“PG-13?” He asks in horror. “You just offered me a hand job. Thank God we aren’t having a girl, because I’m starting to worry about the credibility your rating system.” I start giggling and stand to slide under his arm. “Yeah, babe. A date sounds great.”





“SARAH, WHERE is your curling iron?”

“I don’t have one. Why?

I walk out of the bathroom and into the den, where she is sitting watching some trashy reality TV.

“You don’t have a curling iron?”

“Just use the straightener to curl the ends under.”

“That won’t work! I was going for sexy wind-tousled curls.” I shake my head like a shampoo model.

“Oh good Lord. You are pregnant and going out on a date with your husband. Just don’t wear yoga pants and I think he will be impressed.”

“This is probably true, but I at least want to try and look nice. I’m going to run back to our place and grab mine. You need anything while I’m out?”

“Nope.” She looks up with a smile.

“Hey, I’m really glad you’re feeling better. I love having you home again.” I pause at the door and look at her just casually sitting on the couch.

She looks so peaceful, not at all like the woman I saw in the counselor’s office a few months ago. It’s a shame that it took her this long, but I feel like she is finally finding herself again.

“Yeah, me too,” she softly answers.

I race down the stairs, plotting how I can get in and out of the house without running into Caleb. I bought a cute long grey skirt and form-fitting pink shirt that fits over my big pregnant belly just for tonight. I don’t look great but I feel better than I have in a long time. I want to surprise him, not run into him half dressed in our hallway.

Thankfully, when I pull up to the house, his truck isn’t there. I’m digging through the bathroom cabinet, tying to be as sneaky as possible in case Caleb comes home, when my phone rings. I swear I must jump about ten feet in the air, because it scares me to death. I don’t even have a second to glance at the caller ID before I’m pulling it to my ear.

“Hello.”

“I want to see her,” I hear Casey’s broken voice say on the other end of the line.

“Who? Are you okay?”

“Sarah,” she answers shortly.

“Well she’s home this weekend. Maybe I can talk to her and get back to you to set up a time—”

She interrupts. “No, I mean today.”

“Shit, Casey. I don’t know. I need to talk it over with her first. She’s doing really well, but I don’t want to set her off—”

“Call her. Tell her I miss her and I want to see her.”

“Casey—” I start, only to be interrupted yet again.

“Please, Emma. I’m begging you.” Her voice breaks.

“Yeah, okay. Let me talk it over with Sarah. I’ll call you back.”

“Make sure you tell her I miss her. And call her Danika. Promise you’ll do that,” she says urgently.

“Yeah, of course. I promise.” I quickly say goodbye and hang up.

I make my way to the den and flop down on the couch, wondering if this is a smart move at all. Sarah is doing so well, and Casey sounds desperate to rekindle something. This could definitely send Sarah into an ‘I’m not the same person’ tailspin. This has emotional breakdown written all over it.

But on the other hand, it would do Sarah some good to have some friends. She needs to be surrounded by people who love her, and that isn’t just limited to me. I sigh to myself and pick up my phone. This should be her decision, not mine. I said from the beginning that I wasn’t going to try to fix her. She is a grown woman who can make her own choices.

“Are you having another curling iron emergency?” she says jokingly when she answers the phone.