As sad as it is to admit, I’ve had more fun messing with Lena tonight than if I went to Carmelo’s with the guys. Once Annabelle is fed and put to bed for the three hours max that she’ll sleep before she needs me, I go into my bathroom and grab Lena a toothbrush and a pair of my shorts and a T-shirt.
She’s on the couch, sitting with her back ramrod straight and her feet on the floor, looking as if she’s here for a confessional.
“Relax.” I place the stuff on the table. “You can take your shoes off.”
“Thank you for this. Hopefully I’m out of your hair first thing in the morning.” She slips off her black flats and wiggles toes that sport a vibrant pink I’d never have imagined would be her style.
“No problem.” I sit on the couch and blow out a breath. “You can take the guest room. Top of th
