Unexpected Eva (Triple Trouble #3)(88)

Today, Saturday, Ewan was supposed to be taking them from ten a.m. until six p.m., but it doesn’t look like that’s going to happen.

Having stayed over at Knox’s place last night, and following our extremely intense lovemaking session, I reluctantly left his place, picked up the boys, then came home just in time for Ewan to pick up our sons. It’s the first full day he’s planned to take them in weeks.

I pull my phone out of my pocket and dial Ewan.

No answer.

I drop a quick text to Knox.

Me: Ewan didn’t pick the boys up today :( Archie is so sad.

Knox: That’s not cool. Poor wee guy.

Me: I know and he was so excited. He promised to take them to the zoo.

Knox: In Edinburgh?

Me: Yeah. I can’t see you this afternoon like we planned. Sorry.

Knox: Takes an hour to get there. Twenty minutes to sort yourself out. Get the car packed up. Be there by 1 p.m.

Me: Yeah. I could take them.

Knox: WE will take them. Get them ready. I’ll meet you at the parking lot on the south side of town. The old one they don’t use anymore. We’ll take my estate car.





What?

Me: Are you sure? What if someone sees us?

Knox: They won’t. The zoo is huge. Miles away too.

Me: Oh my goodness. You are some kind of wonderful.

Knox: I know. ;) Me: Thank you.

Knox: Go… See you in twenty minutes. Wrap them up. It’s cold outside today. I’ll be waiting. xoxo





Eeeek, we get to spend the day together, all of us.

I look at my little brokenhearted boy. “Hey. What if we go to the zoo?”

Hamish bounces into the hallway, oblivious to his brother’s disappointment.

His eyes light up. “Really? With Dad?”

“Nope, me, you, Hamish, and Knox.”

“I like Knox. Hot chocolate?” Hamish plays with the laces on my black boots.

“Why is Knox taking us?” Archie screws his face up.

“Eh, because he has a car to take us in.”

“We have a car.” His cute face searches mine.

“His is bigger, more comfortable. It’s a long way to the zoo. We need a bigger car for that.”

“Yaayyyyyy.” Hamish squeals with excitement. “I want to see the hellefants.”

Archie and I giggle at Hamish.

“What would you like to see, Archie?”

“The reptiles. They have a reticulated python. It can stretch its mouth up to four times the size of its body. It could eat Hamish.” He stretches his arms out in the air.

Archie has been a very articulate speaker since he was five years old. Ewan and I were both astonished when he could say more complex words like Tyrannosaurus Rex with no problems. He’s a clever cookie.

Hamish gasps. “Oh no, Momma. Don’t let it eat me.” I tickle his sides and he breaks into a peel of laughter.

“Mr. Snake will eat you too, Archie.” And I tickle him too and he squirms around, sliding down the last two steps on the stairs and landing in a heap on the floor.

I clap my hands together. “Okay, boys. Let’s go.”





When we jumped in the car to come here, Frances, Ewan’s mom, texted me to say that they wouldn’t be picking up our boys today because Ewan had been out on a bender and was in no fit state to see them. She apologized for her delayed text, but Ewan was in a bad way and needed to be cleaned up.

My boys definitely don’t need to see that. I feel sorry for his parents too.

She promised she would take them another day but I’m not holding my breath.

I drive into the abandoned parking lot on the far outskirts of town and there he is.

Knox.

Arms folded, ankle crossed, leaning confidently against his dynamic Audi RS6 Avant. Casually dressed in black jeans, pure white tennis shoes, a white tee, and a black insulated jacket. Dripping in designer apparel. He’s the sexiest man I know.

He pushes himself off his metallic blue car as I pull up beside him.

I click open my door, pull myself out, and look over the roof of my daffodil-colored car. I can’t hide my smile.

“Hello.”

“Hey, Sunshine.”

“We’re doing this today?”

I close my door gently and walk around the back of the car.

“Yes, we are. I thought our kids could bond. I brought mine.”

Knox opens his rear door of his car. And right enough, perched in the middle of the back seat, is Lincoln.

“We’re having a family day out, apparently.” He rolls his eyes. “And I’ve promised to be a good boy today and that every time I close my eyes, I won’t imagine you in your under—”

Knox closes the car door before he finishes his final word.

“See, child,” he mutters under his breath.

I pull my lips into my mouth. I am never living that down.

“We’re really doing this?” I ask him again, crossing my arms across my body.

“Yes, we are. We can try to integrate them slowly. My child is around the same mental age as your two. They’ll get along great.” He grins.

He’s not wrong.

I swing open the back door of my car, revealing my two rascals.

“Knoxy.” Hamish beams and throws his little hand out to him.