Worth It (Forbidden Men #6)(30)

I’d wanted him to ask me to wait for him. I planned on it anyway, but he’d wanted to be cute and try to say something to make me smile. I’d burst into tears instead, and my father and the sheriff had walked into the office where they’d had Knox tied up and restrained.

I have no idea what happened to him after that. Father had made Max and Garrett drag me weeping from the room.

Fingering my hair, I grew suddenly mad. Why was I still keeping my hair long for him? I’d stopped waiting for him two years ago, when he should’ve gotten out of prison. He’d made his own bed when he’d done what he’d done. So why was I still granting him this one last request? Why was I not even trying to fall in love with other men like Cam? Well, maybe not cheater men like Cam, but awesome, deserving men.

“Speaking of salons, I want to get a haircut,” I announced. “Like chop it all off. Make it super short.”

“Oh, but you have the most beautiful—” Something in my expression must’ve alerted Aspen not to finish her sentence. She tactfully cleared her throat. “Sure, whatever you want, Felicity. You know I’ll support any decision you make.”

I dropped my hand from my hair, feeling more defeated than before. “But I should probably find a place to stay for the night first.”

Man, my priorities were out of whack. I was such a mess.

“You’ll stay here, of course.”

Not expecting her offer, I gasped. Aspen and Noel were already housing his two younger brothers. They didn’t need to take on anyone else. “Oh...no. I couldn’t. Aspen, you know I didn’t come here looking for a handout or a couch to sleep on. I—”

“Of course, I know that. And we won’t make you sleep on the couch. We’ll bunk you in Brandt’s room.”

“But—” Uncomfortable about any kind of gift or charity, I did a quick mental calculation in my head, trying to figure out how much money I had available to spend on a motel room…for multiple nights. And that would be zero dollars and maybe, oh, about thirty-eight cents, give or take—mostly take—a hundred bucks or so.

Damn.

Before I could protest, though, the back door came flying open and Aspen’s husband swept into the kitchen, all six-foot-four sexy inches of him.

My best friend was such a lucky shit.

“Hey,” he started to greet her with a seductive grin before he noticed me.

After doing a quick double take to make sure, yes, I was really here, I swear disappointment glittered in his eyes. But at least he gave me a friendly enough greeting. “Hi, Felicity. What’re you—”

His attention was deterred when he noticed Aspen’s noodle project taking place on the cabinet counters. “What’s that?”

When he tried to glance around her to get a look, she dodged into his path, blocking his view. “Nothing.”

Noel’s gaze sprang to hers only for a slow smile to spread across his face. “You’re cooking something new again.”

She snorted. “No.”

But his grin only widened. And someone hand me a fan please, because Noel Gamble sure had a hormone-sizzling smile.

Aspen sighed and ground her teeth. “It won’t be ready until tomorrow. The noodles take a day to dry out.”

“Noodles?” Her husband cocked a curious eyebrow. “As in...?”

“Chicken and noodles,” she grumbled, obviously reluctant to break the surprise.

“Chicken and...noodles.” He whimpered, and I swear he was half a breath from coming in his jeans...jeans that looked really good on him from the side view I had at the table.

Gripping Aspen’s arms, Noel backed her into a cabinet. “Have I told you how much I love you lately?”

She glowed, not that I blamed her. I was tingling over here myself from just watching his sexy manhandling.

Biting her lip, she answered, “A couple times this morning.”

Noel tsked and shook his head. “That’s not nearly enough.”

When he kissed her, I glanced away, sighing, as the misery of the day once again took its toll on me.

“I want to take you on this counter right now, get you all covered with flour, and—”

“Um, hey!” I waved my hand and glared irritably. “I’m still here.”

Aspen gasped and jerked out of Noel’s arms, flushing bright red as she covered her swollen, well-kissed lips. “Sorry.”

Noel didn’t look so apologetic. He scowled at the interruption and folded his arms across his bulging chest before resting his back against the counter and asking, “So, what’s up with you today, Bainbridge? Come over for baby details?”

Wait, what? I frowned. “Baby details?”

Was Aspen expecting?

“Oh, crap. I totally forgot!” She slapped a hand to her brow as she cringed. “Zoey went into labor today.”

“What?” I sprang from my seat, instantly alarmed. “Isn’t she, like, way early? Too early to be having a baby yet?”

Noel shrugged. “She did anyway. She went into labor and had it earlier today. The baby’s in NICU, but basically doing okay. I just got back from visiting them at the hospital.”

“How’s she doing?” Aspen asked, rubbing Noel’s arm. “Did you get to see the baby?”