Unexpected Eva (Triple Trouble #3)(75)

Knox: Wouldn’t dream of it. Come to my office anytime between noon and two.

Me: That works for me. Thank you.

Knox: A locksmith is on his way to replace your locks back and front.

Me: But Ewan gave me the key back.

Knox: He had more than enough time while it was in his possession to have copies made.





Gosh. That never crossed my mind.

Me: Thank you. Again. Oh. Gotta go. That’s my doorbell.

Knox: It’s food. I ordered from Wee Oscars. I hope the boys like pasta.

Me: They do! I don’t know what I did without you in my life before. I keep saying it. But THANK YOU.

Knox: See you Wednesday.

Me: And again Friday. Can’t wait to see you. I’ll take photos of my new furniture and send them to you. My house looks incredible :) Knox: Look forward to it.

Me: I appreciate you. For today. For everything. xoxo Knox: :) xoxo





I swoon at his kisses and cuddles sign-off.

Can a girl die from a burst lust-filled heart?

It might be possible because mine is beating out of my chest.

It feels full of jumping beans.

What a day.

What a week.

It’s only been a week.

I can’t believe it.

Knox Black.

The man’s my new obsession.





I’m almost asleep.

Encapsulated in the world’s most comfortable memory foam bed I have ever slept on.

I’m lying in one seriously blissful bed.

My old lumpy, sagging mattress was dead.

But this one contours my body perfectly.

Unlike my old mattress, it’s completely silent. Not a squeak or creak to be heard in this bedroom anymore.

Hugging the surrounding comforter, my body sighs into the deep molded layers.

My boys went to sleep straightaway, too. Ewan is a genius for stealing their beds.

A genius and a fool. What a douchebag.

On silent mode, my phone vibrates, alerting me to a text. Considering if I should answer, I flip my phone over to see who it is first.

I roll my eyes and sit up in the dark.

Ewan: I’ll pick up Archie from school tomorrow.

Me: As planned. Yes. Thank you. Drop him off at my mom and dad’s, please. Hamish is staying at Mom's until late too. I’m helping Ella with wedding plans tomorrow night after classes.

Ewan: Okay. Did you have a good weekend?

Me: Yes.

Ewan: What was happening at the house today?

Me: I upgraded the furniture.

Ewan: Why?

Me: A new fresh start. Getting rid of what no longer serves me and the boys. The old furniture was reeking of self-pity and bad memories.





That’s a low blow, Eva.

Ewan: You don’t have to be such a callous bitch all the time. How can you afford that?

Me: Oh. My dad pulled a favor.

Ewan: From the Blacks?

Me: Yes.

Ewan: You appear to be awfully close with them recently.

Me: Dad has been friends with the family for years. Not new.

Ewan: I heard a rumor.

Me: Oh yeah?

Ewan: That you were seen dancing with Lincoln last night at The Vault.





Matthew wasn’t in The Vault last night. It must have been someone else. News travels fast.

Me: Nice guy.

Ewan: Why?

Me: Why, what?

Ewan: Why were you dancing with him?

Me: He invited us to the new wine bar. We had a dance at The Vault before we went. You’re probably already on first name terms with the bar staff at the new place.

Ewan: Fuck off. Who’s we?

Me: Sisters, Toni, Beth, their respective partners. The usual.

Ewan: And Lincoln.

Me: Yes.

Ewan: Convenient, you just happened to be the odd one out with no partner and Lincoln was there.

Me: So were Owen and Jacob.

Ewan: Oh really. Which one did you stay with last night?

Me: All of them. I had all of them at once :)





I’m skating on thin ice. But I’m holding steady.

Ewan: Whore.

Me: Oh, I know. You said in the letter you kindly left me. I heard a rumor too.

Ewan: About?

Me: VOLUNTARY…

Me: LAYOFF!





I don’t get a response.

A few more minutes pass and still nothing.

I slide my phone back onto my nightstand, immerse myself back into the bed, and make myself comfortable again. Once settled, I’m drawn to what sounds like a scrambling noise at my front door.

I reach for my phone, and it vibrates again, making me jump.

Ewan: Open up. You bitch. Why the fuck does my key not fit?





Knox was right. Changing the door locks was a smart move. He made a copy. Sneaky shithead.

Me: I had the locks changed. AGAIN. You can’t be trusted. You will not be allowed in my home ever again. It is not your key. This is my home.

Ewan: It’s still mine, too. My name is on the papers.

Me: It won’t be when I buy you out. Or how much exactly did you receive on your payout from your old job? Maybe it’s me that should ask for more. My new lawyer will be on that in the morning.

Ewan: I don’t know what the fuck I ever saw in you.