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  That didn’t sound like fun.

  Therefore, I suggested, “Maybe you should give him a safe place and talk to him in the morning with me not being around.”

  “And maybe we should make the statement that you’re here, this is your safe place, my home or anything that has to do with me, and he has to have a mind to that.”

  His suggestion was better.

  And his words were amazing.

  In this entire messy discussion, I knew a few things for certain. If it wasn’t important, Jacob wouldn’t have mentioned it. If he said he was feeling something from me, he was feeling it. And if he was feeling something, maybe there was something to feel.

  Which turned my mind to the fact that, bottom line, I forgot about meeting his parents. That was crazy. He was right. I’d known for weeks they were coming and we’d made plans I should never have forgotten. I’d never met a boyfriend’s parents, but that didn’t mean I didn’t know it was important.

  I wasn’t flighty. I wasn’t forgetful.

  I didn’t know how it happened. I just knew it did.

  And it shouldn’t have.

  Therefore, it was time to backtrack.

  I lifted my hands to his chest, leaned in and admitted, “I screwed up. I don’t know what I was thinking. How I got caught up in what I was doing and forgot. I don’t even know why I started doing what I got caught up in doing. What I do know is, screwing up so bad, I got nervous and that’s why I was funny with you today.” My voice dropped. “And the more your dad came at me, the more nervous I got, the worse it got. But it wasn’t your dad. It started with me, and for that, I’m truly sorry, honey.”

  Jacob’s eyes held mine a moment, they did this intensely, and it wasn’t comfortable mostly because it felt like he was trying to see through my eyes to read the words written on my soul.

  Fortunately, it was just a moment before he moved in for a lip touch, which felt really sweet since that was Jacob’s way of accepting my apology.

  He pulled back and one of his hands stayed in my hair. The other one slid down my spine and he wrapped his arm around me.

  “Over and done,” he murmured but his gaze never left mine as he asked, “Were you nervous about meeting them?”

  I didn’t think I was. People liked me. I didn’t think I was the awesomest person on the planet but I wasn’t a bitch.

  But maybe that was it. Maybe it was latent nerves, I woke up that morning, and because of that, blocked it and acted like an idiot. And maybe that was why I’d been being weird lately, giving Jacob the vibe I was pulling away.

  Hopefully that was it.

  “I didn’t think so but maybe I was,” I answered honestly.

  He nodded then shared, “Seriously, babe, they’re usually very cool. Dad especially.”

  I pressed my body to his, slid my arms around him, but I did this straightening my spine with resolve before I declared, “Tomorrow I’ll win him over.”

  I declared it. I was going to try it. I just hoped I could do it.

  Jacob finally smiled and it was then, relief swept through me.

  “I know you will,” he said softly.

  Then he came in for another lip touch.

  I leaned into it, squeezing him with my arms, and it became a short, sweet kiss after which he lifted his head and suggested, “Let’s go to bed.”

  Messy discussion over. Bad day over.

  Done.

  Good stuff to come.

  So it was then, I smiled.

  * * *

  Five and a half hours later…

  I opened my eyes to dark and felt the bed empty (save Buford).

  Jacob was up but not reading.

  He did this, not often but he did it, and told me when I got up he’d either worked out, gone for a run or did some work. So when it happened and I woke up during it, I usually went back to sleep.

  But this time, I didn’t go back to sleep because this time, after a very bad day, I worried he left me for other reasons.

  I love you, baby, and I feel you disconnecting from me.

  I didn’t think I was doing that but with what he said, he wasn’t wrong. I let the phone go, even when it was ringing right beside me and I saw his name on the display. I did this telling myself I was busy and I’d get back to him when before, I’d snatch it up before it rang twice.

  I also used to call for whatever reason—your place or mine, what’s for dinner, this annoying thing just happened and I have to get it off my chest—and he always picked up right away. But now, even when I had something to say, I told myself he was too busy to get a call from me.

  Even though it seemed he worked a lot, lately even more, he’d never been too busy to get a call from me. Hell, he’d even told me straight out he was never too busy to take a call from me.

  “What’s happening with me?” I whispered to the pillowcase.

  No answers swept through my brain. Not liking it, it feeling weird, not having enough experience to know, just knowing I couldn’t let it go on, I got out of bed, leaving a slightly snoring Buford behind and wandering into the dark hall.

  I found Jacob in his office, his back to me, facing the computer.

  So he was up and working.

  “Hey,” I called when I hit the doorway and he swiveled his chair to face me.

  His eyes immediately warmed.

  That was a good sign.

  “Hey,” he replied. “Why you up?”

  I moved to him and when I stopped close, I answered, “Bed was empty.”

  His eyes got warmer and he curved an arm around my hips, pulling me to the side of the chair and tipping his head way back. I bent at his invitation and touched my mouth to his.

  I pulled away, not intending to go very far but not getting there anyway because his other hand lifted and curled around my neck.

  I settled in and asked, “Working?”

  “Yeah. Case not adding up. Something’s wrong. I can’t get a lock on it.”

  That was a good sign too. He left me not because of our messy discussion or unease with what was happening between us driving him away. He left because he had something else on his mind he had to work out.

  At this news, I grinned at him and teased, “You, the Mighty Jacob?”

  He grinned back and replied, “Yeah. Me.”

  I slid a hand up his chest and whispered, “You’ll sort it.”

  “Yeah,” he whispered back.

  “You’ve got a puzzle you can’t solve, I get you wanting to get on it,” I told him then said, “But I like waking up with you.”

  His eyes got even warmer. “I’ll give this a couple hours, come back and read.”

  “Thanks, honey.”

  “Anytime, baby.”

  I slid my hand up further, stopping to curve it around the dark stubble at his jaw and I bent in again for a lip touch.

  This time when I pulled back, I stopped, held his gaze and whispered, “Love you, Jacob.”

  Heat in his eyes, soft in his face, lips tipping up, so beautiful, all for me, he whispered back, “Love you too, Emme.”

  I glided my hand down, drifted my thumb along the corded ridge of his throat, memorized the look on his face and gave him a grin.

  I pulled away and Jacob let me go. I turned to the door and stopped dead.

  This was because Richard Decker was standing at the door in pajamas, arms crossed, shoulder to the jamb, watching.

  “Fuck. Seriously?” Jacob growled.

  He’d seen his father too.

  I heard his chair roll, felt it moving away, then felt him standing beside me.

  I also felt he was angry.

  That was when I felt my body grow tight.

  Okay, officially it was the next day, so this did not bode well it would be a better one.

  “Now that,” his father announced, “that’s what I like to see.”

  I relaxed slightly but only because this confused me.

  It didn’t confuse Jacob.

  I knew this when he
bit out, “Dad. Not. Fuckin’. Cool.”

  Rich completely ignored him and looked at me. “Today, Emme, I was an ass. I apologize. You were nervous, it was obvious. I kept bein’ an ass. I apologize for that too. I’ll make it up to you by making you my world-famous pancakes tomorrow morning.”

  Maybe I was wrong. This sounded like indication that today would be a better one.

  “Dad, your pancakes suck,” Jacob replied.

  My eyes got big and my head shot back to see him scowling at his father.

  He was screwing up a potential good day!

  To get him to stop doing that, I elbowed him in the ribs. He acted like he didn’t feel it and kept scowling at his father.

  “Forgot. It’s Shane who likes my pancakes,” Rich mumbled.

  “They aren’t pancakes. They’re crêpes. And crêpes suck,” Jacob returned

  Totally screwing it up!

  “Jacob!” I snapped.

  He wasn’t done, unfortunately.

  “Unless they have that hazelnut chocolate spread in them, something I don’t have.”

  “You have a grocery store,” Rich shot back.

  “I’m not haulin’ my ass to the grocery store on a Sunday morning for hazelnut spread,” Jacob retorted.

  “Then quit bitchin’ about it,” Rich ordered.

  “I’m not bitchin’. I’m sayin’, I bought Mom buttermilk for her pancakes, which I actually like. Which is what we’re gonna have. And, incidentally, you hear words as me bitchin’ when instead I’m pissed you’re lurkin’ around spyin’ on Emme and me,” Jacob stated.

  I closed my eyes.

  “I wasn’t spyin’,” Rich replied.

  My eyes shot open because that was a bald-faced lie.

  He was leaning in the door watching us!

  “You stand in my door without me or Emme knowin’ it and listen in?” Jacob called him on his lie.

  “Yeah, but that isn’t spyin’. You hide when you spy. I wasn’t hiding. I was listening.”

  Jacob looked to the ceiling.

  Truth be told, he had a point. A funny one. So I burst out laughing.

  I swallowed it when Jacob stopped looking at the ceiling so he could turn his scowl to me.

  “It’s not funny,” he declared. “He’s a nosy bastard. Always was. It wasn’t okay when I was a teenager coppin’ a feel from my girlfriend watchin’ TV in our basement. It’s definitely not okay when I’m a thirty-seven-year-old man havin’ a moment with my girl in my own fuckin’ house.”

  All I could think to that statement was that I was glad Jacob eschewed the norm and didn’t cop a feel when his dad was watching.

  All I could say was, “You shouldn’t call your dad a bastard.”

  “Emme, it was our moment, not his,” Jacob stated.

  “This is true but we weren’t exactly hatching plans for our world takeover so now that he knows, we have to kill him,” I pointed out.

  It was at that, Rich burst out laughing.

  I looked to him and felt something inside me loosen. It might have had to do with the fact that Rich laughing was the only time he looked a lot like his son, in other words, extremely handsome rather than just plain handsome. It mostly had to do with the fact that he was doing it at all and it was me who made him do it.

  I didn’t want to be a brown nose but I felt it important to press the advantage, so when he quit laughing, I told him, “I’ll eat your crêpes in the morning, Rich.”

  Still grinning, he replied, “They’re pancakes, Emme.”

  “Okay,” I whispered.

  “Can you two do me a favor and bond when it’s not three thirty in the morning?” Jacob asked.

  There it was again, screwing things up.

  I tipped my head back and glared at him.

  He caught my glare, the scowl left his face and he grinned at me.

  Then he bent and brushed his lips on mine, pulled back and said, “Buford’s lonely.”

  I had no chance to reply because Rich offered, “I’ll walk you to your room, Emme.”

  Jacob and I looked to his dad.

  “It’s down the hall, Dad,” Jacob pointed out. “I think she can make it there unaided.”

  “Yeah. I know. She’s still gettin’ there with me,” he returned.

  I wasn’t sure if that was good or bad.

  “She gets there, she gets there good to go back to sleep,” Jacob warned.

  Clearly, Jacob was thinking it was bad.

  “Already told you I’m done bein’ an ass,” Rich replied.

  “See that’s true so my girl can sleep easy,” Jacob ordered.

  I wasn’t breathing easy then. Father and son were in a stare down. I didn’t exactly know why since it seemed everything had worked out so I didn’t exactly know what to do.

  What I did know was that Jacob wasn’t wasting any time “taking my back” with his dad.

  Which made me feel all mushy.

  But me, being me, also didn’t let it go on for the time it appeared it was going to (that was, eternity), so I waded in.

  “I started my day with sawhorses, utility knives and sheets of drywall. So I should probably rest up so I’ll have the energy to eat pancakes tomorrow in whatever form they come to me.”

  This worked. The stare down ended. Jacob wrapped an arm around my waist, gave me a squeeze and bent to give me a kiss on the side of my head before he let me go.

  I moved to his dad, doing it looking over my shoulder and saying, “ ’Night, honey.”

  “ ’Night, Emme,” Jacob murmured then his eyes went to his father. “Dad.”

  “Deck,” Rich replied, his lips twitching.

  I made it to the door. He moved out of my way and we both moved down the hall. It wasn’t a long distance but we did it in silence so it felt like a football field.

  I stopped at Jacob’s door and heard Buford’s quiet snoring.

  I got a handsome, tall, strong, affectionate man who was a genius and didn’t snore.

  Total score.

  But he came with a dog who hogged the bed and did snore, even though it was quietly.

  This was a tie. It forced me to cuddle with Jacob, seeing as I had no room to move, but then again, I had no room to move. And snoring—dog, man, Martian—was no fun. Still, Buford was droopy cute and liked me so I shouldn’t complain.

  I pushed these thoughts aside and turned to Rich.

  “Well, thanks for walking me,” I said lamely.

  We were in shadows but I still saw the white flash of his teeth before he replied, “ ’Night, Emme.”

  “ ’Night, Rich,” I mumbled, moved into the room, put my hand on the door and was about to close it when I stopped, seeing Rich was still standing there.

  This indicated to me we weren’t done.

  I braced and it was a good idea.

  “That other one, she did a number on him,” he told me quietly.

  “I know,” I said the same way.

  “I was worried.”

  That was sweet.

  I pulled in a breath, forced what I hoped was my last fake smile for the next year and said, “I’m sorry. And I’m sorrier I did something stupid to make you worry.”

  He accepted that with a nod but noted, “You two are goin’ fast.”

  “I know.”

  “He’s in deep.”

  He’s in deep.

  I said nothing but I felt everything. Too much of it. Too much to breathe.

  “Deck, he doesn’t like simple,” Rich continued. “Never did. Doesn’t have the patience for it. He likes complicated. The more complicated the better. But, see, Emme darlin’, some puzzles, they don’t have solutions. He’s lucky, he’s never found one he couldn’t solve. Doesn’t mean he won’t find one. And my son, the way he is, the way his mind works, if he encounters that, he’ll keep searchin’ for the solution until it drives him crazy.”

  I didn’t know what he was driving at so I took a wild guess. “I… do you think I’m a puzzle, Rich?”

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p; “I think there’s a reason my boy’s in deep. I think that’s because you’re complicated. That doesn’t mean he won’t be happy when he finds the solution. I’m just hopin’ whatever it is can be solved.”

  I shook my head. “I’m not a puzzle.”

  “Three girls I met today, Emme. One didn’t care enough to remember to meet her man’s parents. One was stiff and nervous. One was soft and sweet. That’s all I know. I don’t know about a puzzle. I just know that’s complicated.”

  I didn’t want to go over that day, again. I also didn’t want to remind him he had a part in it going bad.

  So instead, I warned him carefully, “I’m not sure this discussion will give me sweet dreams.”

  At that he leaned in so suddenly it stunned me.

  “Be that girl,” he whispered fiercely. “Be that girl who just gave my boy sweet. Please be that girl, Emme.”

  Startled, I whispered back, “I am that girl, Rich.”

  “Deck, that other woman, he was in so damned deep. Like his dad, he finds what he wants, he gives it his all. She wasn’t worth it. Be the girl that makes it worth it.”

  It wasn’t his business just as it was, unfortunately, and we were suddenly having an intense conversation about important things, also unfortunately, so I shared, “I’m in love with him.”

  “So was the other one,” he replied.

  My hand tensed on the door. His comment beyond annoying and not a little out of line, I was unable to think of what to say.

  Then I thought of what to say. “I’m not Elsbeth. Not even a little bit.”

  He leaned back, I heard him pull in a deep breath and his voice was less severe when he stated, “I’m his father. I’m going to want the best for him.”

  “And I’m the woman who loves him. I’m obviously going to want the same. But, no offense, what I don’t want is his dad intimating that is not me. I understand you love him and want to protect him. But I made a mistake. It annoyed Jacob. It upset you. You were both entitled to those reactions because it was a big mistake. But now it’s over. Can I ask that tomorrow, when we wake up, we start over?”