8
LUCY OLIVIA
“Vaughn,” I said, my voice unnaturally high and eyes probably just as unnaturally large. “You’re...here.”
Why was he here?
I mean, I knew I’d told him he could visit anytime. But still...
The last person I would’ve banked on finding in my living room and holding my kid when I’d gotten out of the shower was Duke’s brother.
If I’d known he was coming over, I would’ve worn something a little less—
Oh, why did it matter what I wore around him? There was no reason whatsoever for me to even care. And yet, that didn’t stop me from self-consciously crossing my arms over my chest to hide just how unappealing I must look in my baggy old high school shirt and sweatpants with holes in both knees.
“Yeah,” he said before cringing and asking, “I mean, is that okay?”
“Uh…”
I hesita
