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Sweet Dreams (Colorado Mountain #2)(110)
Author: Kristen Ashley

I drew in a soft breath. Then I sat back, looked into the night and let it go.

Then I told Tate, “Jonas wants to live with you.”

I felt rather than saw Tate’s head turn and his eyes lock on me.

“He tell you that?”

“Says he wants you to know but he can’t tell you. Says he’ll talk to the judge.”

“She finds out, she’ll give him shit. He can deny it technically without lyin’,” Tate mumbled.

“That’s what he said,” I affirmed.

“Throwin’ you under the bus.”

My head turned to him. “Sorry?”

“Someone’s gotta have told me. He said it, he meant it, he’d do it, it gets to that. She’ll know it, she’ll know he didn’t tell me but he told someone who told me and she’ll be pissed at me and that someone who told me. You’ve seen her pissed, Ace. So has Jonas. There it is. That’s you under the bus.”

“He didn’t mean –”

Tate leaned into me and the movement was sharp and angry. “I know he didn’t, Laurie but that’s what she made him do. My ten year old son is playin’ people. At ten... years… old. This is what she does to people. He didn’t like it but he needed me to know and he knew he was throwin’ you under the bus and he had to make that play. Fuck.” He sat back and repeated, “Fuck.”

“Tate, you’re doing what you can do,” I assured him.

“Right,” he bit off.

I reached out a hand and wrapped it around his forearm. “It’s all you can do. Do it. Get him home. He wants to be here. That says a lot. You have support. You just have to be patient.”

Tate looked at me and I knew he was going to mouth off. Then he turned away, took a sip of his beer, swallowed, pulled in an audible breath and on the exhale repeated, “Right.”

I stood and bent over him, my fingers sliding into his hair and he tipped his head back to look up at me.

“I’m going to go take my makeup off. You want me to come back out?”

“I’ll be in in a second.”

“You okay?”

“No.”

I aimed at his mouth in the dark and hit it, brushing my lips against his.

“I’ll be in bed when you get there,” I whispered when I was done.

His voice was less harsh when he said, “That makes me feel better, Ace.”

“What does Jonas like for breakfast?”

“Considering his breakfast is usually sugar clogged cereal or fast food, you make him a home cooked breakfast, he’ll like anything.”

“French toast it is,” I whispered, brushed his mouth again then lifted up and kissed him on the forehead.

I had straightened and started to move away when he caught my wrist, detaining me.

I looked back.

“You let on you knew he was playin’ you?” he asked.

“No. I told him I’d give him my number and if he ever had anything he needed you to know, he could tell me and I’d let you know.”

“Threw yourself under the bus,” he muttered.

“I didn’t think he was playing me, Captain,” I replied. “But even if I did, I’d do it again.”

He didn’t speak but he also didn’t let go of my wrist. Then he lifted it, turned it inwards and kissed the inside. His beard tickled the sensitive skin there. The gesture and how he did it touched a sensitive part of me you couldn’t see because it was deep on the inside.

He let my wrist go and said softly, “Meet you in bed, baby.”

“Okay,” I whispered and left him to finish his beer.

Chapter Twenty

Rollin’ in Her Grave

The next morning, Tate and I were out on the deck drinking coffee.

My chair was close beside his, his legs were up on the railing and he’d reached down and wrapped an arm around the backs of my knees and pulled my legs up on his. As we sat, silent and sipping our coffee bathed in the morning sun, my legs naturally and comfortably tangled with his.

As the time slid by I was thinking I could start every day for the rest of my life like this. I didn’t know what Tate was thinking but I hoped it was much the same.

I heard the sliding glass door open and I craned my neck back to look beyond Tate to the door.

Jonas was closing the door and then he turned toward us. He was wearing a pair of loose-fitting knit shorts and a t-shirt, both wrinkled with sleep. His hair was adorably tousled. And, I was alarmed to note, he was stumbling somewhat drunkenly down the deck toward us.

I felt my body tense, wondering if he was sick or something when Tate moved. I looked to him to see he’d stretched an arm toward his boy. Then I watched as Jonas walked straight into it, not stopping at Tate, instead colliding sleepily with him and then leaning into his side as Tate curled his arm around his son.

My heart turned over yet again.

Tate and Jonas stayed this way for several long minutes without speaking.

Finally, Tate asked quietly, “You sleep okay, Bub?”

Jonas nodded, staring blankly into the trees, his body still heavy against his father.

“Bed all right?” Tate asked.

“Like it better than home,” Jonas mumbled. “Bigger.”

Jonas’s bed downstairs was a double. It was covered in light gray sheets and a forest green comforter both of which were far newer and better quality than Tate’s had been before I replaced them. There was a lamp on the nightstand, its base a football, its shade covered with Philadelphia Eagles emblems. The walls had posters of Eagles players on them. The dresser had t-shirts, shorts and underwear in it, the closet had jackets and jeans on hangers, some shoes on the floor. There was a TV with some video game player attached to it, a mess of controls and cords. There was a boom box with CDs scattered around. There was boy stuff laying here and there, on the nightstand, dresser, on top of the TV.

When I’d discovered and cleaned it, the bed was unmade, some clothes on the floor. I’d noticed that Jonas’s room wasn’t where he slept when he was here. He had clothes, he had things. It wasn’t his room at Tate’s house. It was his room in his home.

“You want Laurie to make you breakfast?” Tate asked.

Jonas’s eyes didn’t move from the trees when he muttered, “Unh-hunh.”

I leaned across Tate. “What do you want, baby?” I asked. “French toast? Pancakes? Eggs –?”

“Eggs,” Jonas said.

“Scrambled? Fried? Poached?” I went on.

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