Page 46 of His for the Holiday

Still thinking about him as I climbed into bed, I was lost in thought. I jerked when my phone vibrated on the nightstand. I glanced at it, frowning when I saw Hawk’s name on the screen.

Picking it up, I half-expected him to ask if I wanted to hook up again. It was about that time of night and this might just be who he was now. “Hello?”

“Hey, you,” he said softly, and my heart melted just a little bit again. “I’m sorry for calling so late. I didn’t wake you, did I?”

“Nope. I was actually only just getting in bed. What’s up?”

To my surprise, he didn’t take the bait about me being in bed, which meant this obviously wasn’t a booty call. He didn’t ask what I was wearing or if I was planning on doing anything fun now that I was alone.

Instead, his tone remained quiet and gentle. “I just wanted to know if you’d like to do something with the kids after school tomorrow. Winnie’s tryout is in the afternoon, right? I figured we could celebrate together if she gets it and commiserate together if she doesn’t.”

I smiled to myself, genuinely surprised not only that he’d remembered, but that he wanted to be part of whatever happened after. “Sure, we’d love that.”

“I’ll see you tomorrow, then,” he said, and I heard the smile in his voice. “Good night, Sutt. Sleep well.”

“Yeah, you too,” I responded, cradling the phone to my chest after hanging up.

While several parts of my anatomy had been reawakened by hearing his voice while being in bed, mostly, I just felt happy and at peace now that we’d spoken. We were going to be seeing him and the boys tomorrow, and despite knowing that I should probably manage my own expectations, I was really excited to spend time with him again.

And even more so that doing it had been his idea.

I still didn’t know for sure if I was imagining the way he was looking at me again—or if it meant anything even if I wasn’t—but Hawk Brunson was definitely back in my life, and right now, I really didn’t mind having him there.