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He flashes me a bright smile before his perfect teeth sink into his lower lip.
I know that look on his face. He’s as excited as I am, maybe more so. He asked if we could drop by his mum’s house on the way. I think he secretly can’t wait to tell her and Maddy that we’ve got the keys. I love how close he is with them. I guess they’re the ones who loved him growing up, the way he deserved, because Henry sure as hell didn’t.
But I don’t want to think about him. Today is a happy day. One for celebrating.
“Oh God, you have to video call me later so you can give me a tour. And I need to know what you’re using each room for. It’ll help me when I’m choosing crystals for them.”
Drew’s lips curl into a smile as he keeps his eyes on the road. I slide my hand up around the nape of his neck and stroke his dark curls of hair.
“I will. But you can see for yourself when we have the housewarming party.”
“Wouldn’t miss it,” she chirps.
We say goodbye, and I purposefully don’t ask her about her client. She gets wound up whenever the name Sterling Beaufort is mentioned. He’s proving to be her toughest client to date. She swears he wants to be alone for the rest of his life, but his daughter, who hired Halliday, insists that love is exactly what he needs in his life. Halliday is stubborn. She won’t leave New York until she’s successfully completed her matchmaking. Her success rate is as good as mine is.
My thoughts flick to Chelsea as I look out the car window.
“You okay, Boss?”
Drew’s deep voice brings a soft smile to my face. He has this way of knowing when I’m overthinking.
“You did your best, Sophie. She knows that. She’s not looking back anymore, only forward.”
“Yeah, I know.”
Chelsea has moved on since the trial ended. As much as anyone can, anyway. I’ve spoken to her, and she’s sounded positive and excited to meet her daughter. Her family even sent flowers to the office for me.Irises.I thought they were from Drew. But I remember telling Chelsea once that they’re my favorite.
She’s grateful for all that I did for her. Even if every day I question whether or not it was enough.
“This won’t take long.” Drew grins as he kills the engine on the driveway of his mum’s house.
The first time I came here, everywhere I looked, I saw Henry. The front door knob he would have touched every day. The mugs he would have drunk from. The table he would have sat at to eat. I hated it. Hated knowing that I played a part in ruining the home he was once a part of.
But each time I’ve visited since, it’s gotten easier. Violet’s smiles when she sees me now are genuine. Drew insists she’s never been happier than since she kicked Henry out. It’s like she’s finally living the way she wants to. And she always coos over my bump and her grandbabies, as she calls them, fussing over me, making sure I drink enough water. Now I understand where Drew gets his caring nature from.
He jumps from the car and jogs around to open my door. I slide from the seat, my bump pressing against my thighs as I step out.
“Beautiful,” Drew rasps as he takes me in.
I smile as he wraps a hand around where I once had a waist and walks us to the front door.
“Did you leave your panties off like I asked you to?” he whispers in my ear as he presses the doorbell.
“Uh-huh.” I bite my lower lip. “Check your jacket pocket.”
His throat thickens as he slides his hand inside his jacket.
His nostrils flare. “Fuck, Sophie,” he hisses. “You want me to cum in my pants?”
I snort out a giggle.
He bites the inside of his cheek as his hand slides over my ass and squeezes.
“You. Me. Our new hallway the second we get there.” He stares straight ahead, his jaw tense despite the smile playing on his lips.
“Sounds good,” I murmur as the door opens.
Maddy grins at us brightly, giving Drew a brief hello before she sweeps me into her arms and leads me toward the back of the house. She manages to ask me three questions about the babies, recommend a hypnobirthing show I should watch, and tell me about a book that she’s seen about babies’ cognitive development, all in the space of the fifteen seconds it takes us to reach the kitchen.
