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He nodded. “I just spoke with Mum.”
“Oh?” She didn’t know why that surprised her. Scott was really close to his family, they talked all the time. “She and Dad are in shock, they can’t believe it.”
“Who can?”
“Mum said she’ll come and stay so she can help out. Cook meals, look after the house.”
Abby froze. Zep’s face came to mind. She was already keeping her newfound parentage from Scott, she couldn’t fathom having to deal with his parents as well as the danger Zep insisted she was in. She just wanted to focus on her mum.
“Let’s just play it by ear for a few days?’
Scott glanced at her. “Of course, Mum wasn’t thinking of driving up tomorrow or anything.”
Abby nodded, a measure of relief shifting some of her tension. “Come on, let’s sit.”
He took the hand she offered and they headed for the sofa. It was a welcome reprieve after hard, plastic chairs and an awkward nap on her mother’s hospital bed.
Scott wrapped an arm around her shoulder and she snuggled in.
“How are you feeling?” he asked quietly.
She moved her head from side to side. “Numb. Well, that’s what I’m hoping I’ll feel after this glass of wine.”
“It’s a lot to comprehend.”
“It’s too much.” And it wasn’t just her mother’s diagnosis. There was still the issue of Zep. “What about you?”
He took a deep breath in. “The last couple of days have been full on. I’m just trying to wrap my head around it.”
“Do you think Mum will be okay by herself tonight?”
“She needs time to process everything, and the sad truth is, there probably won’t be too many more nights she can have on her own.” He squeezed her shoulder, then kissed her temple.
Abby fought back the tears that threatened again. This was all too hard. Too much.
Scott placed his glass on the coffee table in front of them, then took Abby’s glass and did the same. He lifted her chin with his finger. “Babe, I know it seems impossible, but you will get through this. I’m here for you, anything you need. We’ll do this together.”
The wretched ache in her soul screwed any chance she had of responding. Instead, she pulled him close, burying her head into his neck. His arms wrapped around her, and she felt they might be the only thing keeping her from completely falling apart.
“I love you,” he whispered against her hair.
Abby hugged him tighter, his embrace providing a fleeting sense of solace amidst the chaos that had somehow enveloped their lives. She lifted her head and his lips found hers.
The kiss was gentle, as though afraid they might break one another. Scott caressed her face while his other hand entwined in her hair. As their lips parted, Abby looked deep into Scott's eyes. She couldn't let herself crumble completely, not when there was so much more at stake than he knew. But that was something to think about another time.
Their bodies melted into each other, seeking refuge in the familiar. Abby let herself be carried away by the sensation, finding comfort in the way their lips moved in sync, as if speaking a language only they understood. Scott's touch traced patterns along her skin, leaving a trail of warmth in its wake. His fingers whispered promises against her cheek, wiping away the tears that threatened to spill over once more.
This is what she needed, to let go of the tight ball of pain she was carrying in her belly. She matched the sweet intensity of his kisses with her slowly simmering passion. His lips moved to her neck, his tongue licking the delicate hollow of her throat as she shivered with long-forgotten delight.
Scott gently disentangled himself as he kissed her. He unbuttoned his shirt, toeing his shoes from his feet. He leaned across and kissed her once more, then removed his shirt. Abby ran her eyes over his toned chest, desire pooling at her core.
He knelt in front of her. With his eyes locked on hers, Scott ran his hands up her legs, under her dress and over her hips until he reached her waist. He hooked his fingers inside the top of her underwear and slowly moved them down her thighs until he reached her feet. Abby could hear her heart beating against her chest, in time with her shallow breaths.
He threw the underwear aside, keeping his eyes on hers, he took his time running his hands from her ankles to her hips once more. She ached for him to move his hand between her legs. Abby gripped the cushions on either side of her, her breathing quickening in time with her need.
This time, he ran his hands along her inner thighs, spreading her legs apart as the skirt of her dress bunched around her waist. He tore his gaze from her face to look at her pussy, laid bare before him. He caressed the skin at the top of either thigh, then gently skimmed his thumb over her folds and around her nub. She bit down on her lip, desperate for him to touch her again.
Scott brought his thumb to his mouth, his tongue licking her essence from his skin. Abby exhaled a shaky breath, needing to feel him inside her.
