Because of Low (Sea Breeze #2)(20)

His eyes lifted and locked with mine. All the reasons I had to be aggravated with him vanished. Who could stay mad at that face?





Chapter Seven





Marcus



Willow didn’t say much on the ride to her sister’s house. I wasn’t sure if she was mad at me about the confrontation I’d had with Krit or what but she was quiet. I hadn’t meant to step out of bounds with her. Just the thought of Krit taking advantage of her or treating her like I knew he treated women made my skin crawl. Low was too sweet for someone like him. She needed someone to handle her gently.

“Look, I’m sorry about what I said to Krit. It isn’t my business who you date. I was out of line.”

Not that I wouldn’t do it again if I had to but I wanted to see her smile at me. She would be getting out of my truck in just a few minutes and I needed the sound of her laughter to keep me warm tonight.

“You were out of line. But you were right. Krit isn’t my type. I’ve been dodging him for awhile now.”

Good. She knew he was an *.

“So do you forgive me?” I asked glancing over at her.

A small smile lifted the corner of her lips.

“Yes, I suppose I do.”

I let out a dramatic sigh of relief.

“Dang girl you had me sweating over here.”

The laughter I’d wanted to hear filled the truck. My chest expanded and I suddenly wanted to beat on it with my fist. The girl was making me go all caveman.

“I’m sorry I worried you. I’m just tired tonight. It’s been a long day.”

“Will you be able to go straight to bed when you get there?”

I didn’t like the idea of leaving her at her sister’s. I was growing accustomed to knowing she was safe and sound in the apartment at night.

“I’ll get a shower first but then, yes, I’ll go right to bed,” she shifted in her seat and turned her head toward me. “Is everything okay with your sister?”

The memory of our almost kiss made me desperate to pull over and finish what was interrupted this morning.

“She’s fine. Thanks.”

“Good.”

I waited hoping she’d bring up the kiss but she didn’t. Instead, we drove the rest of the way in silence. When she pointed to the small cinder block house I pulled into the driveway. Wishing there was some way to keep her with me.

“This is it,” she said with a sleepy tone to her voice. Unbuckling her seatbelt she reached for the handle on the door then glanced back at me, “Thank you for the ride tonight. I don’t know how you knew I needed a ride but I’m very thankful you showed up. I’m exhausted and walking would have sucked.”

I’d overheard Cage talking to her earlier on the phone. I knew from his end of the conversation that she needed a ride tonight but that she was going to get one from a coworker. I figured she was either telling Cage a lie to appease him and needed a ride or she had a ride but would cave in and let me take her home if I just showed up. I’d been pretty dang determined when I walked into the restaurant tonight that I would be walking out with Low beside me.

“Yeah well I got my ways. But you know it would be easier on my superhuman powers if you’d call me next time. That way I won’t have to use my mind reading skills.”

She giggled, “Okay I’ll do that. I wouldn’t want to be the cause of you overusing your super powers.”

“My thoughts exactly. It would be incredibly helpful.”

Her laughter faded and she smiled at me then turned and stepped out of the truck.

I thought about walking her to the door but then I’d kiss her and suddenly that first kiss had become incredibly important. I didn’t want it to be outside her sister’s house. Somewhere she hated. I wanted it to be somewhere she’d remember fondly. So instead I watched her until she was safely inside before I backed out of the drive and headed home.





Willow

When I got my hands on Tawny I was going to strangle her. No strangling would be too good for her. I was going to pull out her hair one strand at a time. No, I was going to pull it out in large handfuls at at time. How were we even related? If it wasn’t for the fact we shared the same exact hair color as our mother then I’d swear I was switched at birth. What crazy mother doesn’t call or even come home in time to get her baby? I mean really! Who does that? I shifted Larissa up higher on my hip and carried her diaper bag on my other arm. Her car seat sat on the gravel road beside my feet. The child required more stuff to just go somewhere than I actually owned. Kissing her sweet head I snuggled her close to me. I refused to leave her with the crazy cat lady when I knew good and well my sister didn’t have to work today.

Cage pulled up beside me before jumping out of the car and running around to help me with Larissa and her bag.

“Here, I’ll buckle her car seat in.”

Cage had become a pro at car seat installation since Larissa was born. More times than not he’d had to come to our rescue.

He turned around and took Larissa out of my arms, “Hey baby girl,” he cooed at her while cradling her in his arms. She loved Cage. The girl was a sucker for men. Especially attractive men. Bless her heart she took after her Mama. Her pudgy hand reached up and patted his cheek, “Cay” she announced loudly. She’d recently started calling him “Cay”. She hadn’t mastered the “g” sound yet.