![]() ![]() He kept acting like some kind of abused dog who'd been kicked in the ribs one too many times. ![]() Garrison's visit and get on with her life. Reese tried, she really freaking tried to move past it, to shrug off Mrs. A week after the wicked witch of Florida had swooped in to mess with Mason and Reese's life, the awkwardness in our apartment grew so thick I was sure it'd smother all three of us. I guess I couldn't expect too much from the new mommy yet. ![]() With a disappointed sigh, I stroked the sleeping kid's head before settling into my own bed, where I dropped crumbs all over my sheets as I polished off my snack. She'd already settled Julian back into his crib and returned to her own room. I'd been gone five minutes max, but that must've been too long for Tristy. After tossing all the disposable trash I found on the counters, I stacked the dirty dishes so there was some counter space left and hurried back to my room. I finally just smeared butter on some saltines, sandwiched them together, and called it good. I couldn't stop grinning as I changed in the bathroom and then ransacked the kitchen, looking for food. When she nodded, I grabbed a T-shirt and a pair of sweats and darted out of the room. I'm going to change into something to sleep in and get a snack. ![]()
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