Page 17 of Watch Me

With Reagan, I wasn’t going to make that mistake. I wanted to spend every waking hour with her. I wanted to make up for all the years we’d lost. I didn’t care that we’d only been dating again for a few days. I wanted Reagan to be mineforever.

Pulling into the driveway at my old house, I put my F150 into park. The front door flew open as I got out of the truck, and Tyson, my five-year-old, came runningout.

“Hey, buddy.” I picked him up, hugging him as tight as I could. “You ready for pizza?” Tyson nodded, and I looked over his shoulder to see Cohen, my eight-year-old, walk out of the door. These boys were almost the spitting image of me with blond hair and blue eyes. Cohen was a little more cautious about things than his daredevil brother, but I assumed it was age. At five, you didn’t really understand that riding your scooter down a hill could result in crashing and getting hurt.

I reached out an arm to bring Cohen in for a side hug. “Hungry?”

He nodded and stepped back. “Giovanni’s?”

I grinned, still holding Tyson. “Of course.”

My gaze flicked to the door again and I saw Jess standing in the threshold, arms crossed. For a split second, I thought I should set Tyson down, tell my kids to get into the truck, and go up to Jessica and tell her I was dating Reagan. I didn’t, though. We were divorced, I wasn’t planning on Reagan meeting my sons tonight, and honestly, fuck Jess. So instead, I gave her a nod and turned to get my kids into the cab of mytruck.

After we ate almost an entire pie, I took my kids back to their place. Then I headed over to Reagan’s, and my heart was happy. I’d gotten to spend time with my sons, and I was going to see my woman. It had been a long time since I’d been this excited about my life.

When I got to Reagan’s door, I knocked, holding a pizza box with leftover deep dish slices inside. A few moments later, it swung open, and her smiling face greeted me.

“I need my own key,” Istated.

She stepped back, letting me enter. “Yeah? Don’t you think that’s moving kind of fast?”

I cupped her smiling face with my free hand, running my thumb across her cheek and looking into her emerald eyes just as the door closed behind her. “Maybe, but you haven’t given me back my key.” I pressed my lips to hers, then steppedback.

“Do you want your key back?”

I handed her the leftover pizza. “No, Buttercup. That’s the point I’m making. We may have just started over, but we’re not at the beginning.”

She took the pizza to the kitchen, and I followed as she placed it on the counter, taking a slice to put on a plate. “What point are we at?”

I smirked and wrapped my arm around her waist, pressing her back to my front. Sliding my hand down her belly, I toyed with the band of her jeans. “We can be atthispoint.”

Reagan chuckled and turned, pushing me back. “I’m in the middle of my homework.”

I cocked a brow. “So? We canstudy.”

Her laugh made me grow even harder than I already was. “I’m almost done, andthenwe canstudy.” She moved to her desk, where her laptop was already open, with a plate of the pepperoni deep dish I’d given her.

Groaning, I grabbed a beer from the fridge, and then went to the couch. After I settled in, I switched on the television to watch the Cubs game. Two minutes later, I felt her gaze on me. Reagan’s desk was against the wall behind the couch, so I turned and looked over my shoulder at her. “What?”

“Remember how I told you I was doing homework?”

“Yeah?”

“You’re watching TV.”

“Yeah?”

“I can’t concentrate with the TV on.”

“I thought you were almost done?”

She rolled her beautiful green eyes. “I am.”

“Then what’s the big deal?”

“Are we about to have our first fight?”

I balked, and turned to face her completely, leaning my elbows on the back of the couch. “What? No!”