Sway (Landry Family #1)(71)

Nearing the turnoff to my house, I consider calling Barrett. I haven’t physically seen him in a few days, our schedules refusing to coincide. We’ve talked on the phone numerous times every day. The stress of his campaign and our ridiculous schedules have cramped our face time.

It’s for the best though. Everything has been a whirlwind these past few months since we met at the charity event and the little break in our schedules has given me time to evaluate everything from a distance.

It’s only made me miss him more.

Nothing is the same without him around. Hux has noticed it too.

When Barrett is around, things seem brighter. My life is enriched from more than just being a mother. I’m a woman wanted by a man that is everything I could ever want and then a little more. He respects me, he appreciates me, he cherishes me, and unless I’m completely wrong, he might be starting to fall in love with me.

And I’m starting to fall in love with him.

The thought is terrifying and exhilarating at once.

Glancing up again, the car is nowhere to be seen. I check twice, three times, but it’s gone. Still, I grab my phone to call Barrett just as his number rings me. I smile as I answer it.

“Hey, you!”

“Hey, babe,” he says, his voice husky. I can hear the exhaustion thick in his tone. It gets deeper every day. I’m worried about how he’s taking the campaign and the pressures on him, but he always says he’s fine. “Are you home?”

“Almost,” I say, turning onto my street. “I had some errands to run.”

“I’m ten minutes away and I’d like to stop by if that’s all right.”

“I’d love that,” I grin. “I’ll see you then.”

I navigate the car into my driveway and race in with anticipation of seeing him. I glance in the entry mirror and try to get some semblance of style in my hair and plop on some lip gloss. Before I can do all the things I’d like to, he’s knocking at the door.

Pulling it open, I’m met with his handsome face. He grins and steps inside, closing the door behind him. Our lips meet immediately, like there’s no other way, and I sigh softly into his mouth.

“I’ve missed you,” I whisper, feeling his lips work over mine.

“I’ve missed you.”

He takes my hand and leads me in the living room. I follow, but the hair on the back of my neck stands on end.

“Is everything okay?” I ask.

We sit on the sofa and he looks at me and I know everything is not, in fact, okay. His eyes are filled with concern, his shoulders rigid, waiting on some assault I have no idea how to identify.

My stomach free-falls into an abyss.

“Did you see the news today?” he asks, his words careful.

“No. Why?”

His head bows slightly, his eyes going to the floor, before he looks at me again. “Fucking Hobbs.”

“What did he say?”

Barrett’s jaw clenches, his temple pulsing with frustration. I’m terrified by the look in his eye—one not directed at me, but it doesn’t matter. He’s ready to go unleashed.

“I’m going to cut to the chase,” he gulps, looking away again. “He basically used you to get at me.”

“What?” I say, shooting to my feet. My heart races, my mind going right along with it.

“He used your past—the assault, the investigation—to undermine me. To say that I was being careless and making bad decisions.”

“Oh my God,” I say, my hand going to my mouth. “I’m so sorry, Barrett. I . . .”

He sits on my sofa, his head in his hands. His fingers clench strands of hair and tug roughly. The suit stretching across his back is taut, a hint of the stress his body is holding beneath. He’s been under so much pressure and now my past has added to the mix.

“I’m sorry,” I start again but am quieted with one look from him.

“Don’t,” he warns. “Don’t even apologize for that asshole.”

“I’m not apologizing for him. I’m apologizing that I had anything to do with you being skewered.”

A chuckle rumbles through the room. “Baby, I’m not worried about me. If anyone wants to believe that me being with you is a bad thing, then so be it.”

“Barrett . . .” My mouth opens to speak, but I can’t, and when his lips find mine, everything that needs to be said is. His kisses show me more than his words could ever express. I tell him right back, show him as passionately as he shows me, and by the time we break our connection, we’re both panting.

His forehead rests against mine, his lips starting to twitch. Mine follow suit and slowly, our smiles encourage the other’s until we both have wide grins on our faces.

Giggling, I wrap my arms around his trim waist and try to quiet the chaos in my mind. I don’t know what this means or what’s in store, but I know it’s true. I love him. And I think he loves me.

“I’m okay with staying in the shadows,” I say. “At least until the election is over.”

He jerks away from me. “What the hell are you talking about?”

“Your campaign. I don’t want to cause you any trouble, Barrett. I know where we stand. Don’t think you have to go defend me or ha—”

“Stop,” he commands. “We know where we stand. I don’t give a fuck what anyone has to say about it.”