Wrapped In My Wife(15)
“I’m not sure I have a job anymore.” Maybe that’s a good thing.
“You’ll have whatever you want.” He says it like it’s just been declared a law.
“You’re crazy,” I say through my laughter.
“Why don’t you become a volunteer? You can make your own hours then. You don’t have to dive into this, you can just wade around a bit. Besides, it’s hard to spend full days watching you and doing my normal job.”
I stare at him, then it dawns on me. “You’ve been watching me? Like surveillance and sitting outside the library?” He doesn’t answer me, just gives a small shrug.
“You’re not crazy, you’re insane.” I lean in, brushing my mouth against his.
“From the moment I met you.”
“I love it.”
“I love you.” He slides his hands into my hair, kissing me deeply, and I know everything is going to work out like it should.
I groan when I hear Dylan’s phone ring. He ignores it, but I pull back. “It might be the sitter,” I say, wiggling off his lap. He fishes out his phone and answers it.
“Will,” he says, and my eyes lock with his.
He plays with the top of my dress, pulling it down a little to show more cleavage. He’s acting like he doesn't have a care in the world as he listens to Will tell him about the fallout from what just happened.
“Thanks, man, I owe you,” he says before tossing his phone onto the dashboard.
“How about I take my wife home, we can have dinner with our boys, then I can have you?”
“You already have me,” I remind him.
“How about—”
I cut him off. “How about you tell me what Will said?” I raise an eyebrow and wait.
“Like I said, Button. Everything is fine. I don’t want you to ever think about that fuckhead again.”
“Fine.” I roll my eyes like I’m annoyed. Dylan just smiles as I get in my seat and buckle up.
“You’re really going to cut back at work?” I ask him.
I like the idea of just volunteering at the library. It will give me more freedom and they won’t pile me down with other projects. I can’t have something that’s consuming my life. I miss my family and all the little things I enjoyed doing for them. I can see how lucky I was to have all that free time to begin with.
“Yeah. I’ve let Jonathan know things are about to change. I can’t keep going like I am. I miss you too damn much.”
I rest my head on his shoulder. Jonathan might annoy me at times, but I know he’s driven. It’s why Dylan hired him. He’s trying to find his place in the mix just as we are. But I know that Dylan and I will make this work. We always land on our feet together.
I can’t wait to get out of Dylan all the crazy stuff he’s been doing over the past few days since I started working at the library. Aside from the creepy boss, this was all kind of fun. It reminded me of when we were younger. The past five years everything has been about us and the boys. It’s different to it only being about the two of us, even for a short time. I like knowing that while we both have changed a little over the years, we’re still the same.
When we pull up to the house he comes around to open my door. “Don’t change out of that dress. I’ll be taking it off you tonight after the boys go to bed.”
I really like this dress and I know from the look in Dylan's eyes it’s probably going to be meeting its end tonight.
Before I can respond the boys come racing out of the house, yelling for us. They rush into me and if it wasn't for my husband I would have landed on my ass. The twins might only be five, but they are well on their way to being their father’s size.
They each grab one of my hands, pulling me into the house. Dylan follows us in. They are talking a mile a minute about their day, as Dylan suddenly picks me up and sits me on the kitchen counter.
“How about we make Mommy dinner while you tell her all about the play you’re going to be in?”
My ears perk up at that. “What kind of play? You’ll need costumes!” I start to slide off the counter and Dylan laughs.
“Sit, Button. We’ll get to that.” He kisses me on the top of the head as the boys start arguing over what they are going to help Dylan cook. I watch them move around the kitchen knowing life can't get better than this.
Chapter 11
Dylan
She’s standing in the kitchen when I come back downstairs from putting the boys to bed. She’s leaned over the sink, washing her hands, and I stand there just a second to watch her. The water runs down her hands as she hums to herself, and the soft light makes her cheeks glow.
I think I recognize the song she’s humming. It’s the one we danced to at our wedding. We went back and forth for over a week on which one to choose, even though I told her from the beginning as long as she was in my arms it didn’t matter. Every time I catch her singing it, I smile.
Her dress is still on like I asked her, but she’s barefoot. Her hair is piled up in a knot and she’s taken off the jacket that covers up the top half of her body. Her neck is exposed, and I want to kiss her there. My eyes linger on her shoulders and then her back, and I ache to bite my way down it.