Jack and I had everything. Then, in one brutal instant, the universe tilted on its side, discarding us into black nothingness.
Now, I have a cocky a**hole for a husband. The only way we communicate anymore is when we’re fighting or f**king. With nothing left to lose, I write Jack a goodbye letter and head for Portland, where I quickly meet a neighbor who helps me find a job. My new neighbor—hot, tattooed ex-soldier Isaac Evans—is complicated. Nevertheless, we form a fast friendship, bonding over our mutual desire to create something beautiful from the wreckage of our lives. But despite the distance between us, Jack and I are still trying to make things work—fighting and f**king dirtier than ever. And he doesn’t appreciate my new friendship with Isaac. Not one f**king bit.
Dirt by Cassia Leo
Serie: Evergreen #1 Genere: Contemporary Romance, Mystery, Suspense Data di pubblicazione: 12 gennaio 2018 Lingua: Inglese Prenota: iBooks |
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I
hugged Jack Jr. tightly against my breast, and he molded his soft, warm body to
mine. His eyes remained closed as his tiny fingers curled around the fabric of
my blouse, his rosy lips puckering as he geared up for more food.
“You
sucked me dry, little fella,” I whispered, leaning in to press my nose against
the downy-soft, golden hair on the top of his head. I inhaled his scent and my
muscles unspooled. “But I’ll be back to feed you soon. I promise.”
Why
do babies smell so damn good?
Before
I got pregnant with Junior, my favorite smell was orange blossoms. As a
teenager, I often got scolded by my mom for picking the flowers off the orange
tree in our backyard in Portland. I’d rub the creamy petals between my fingers,
bruise them with my fingernails, then sniff my hand for hours until the scent
wore off.
When
I was pregnant with Junior, my favorite scent became the rich aroma of the
forbidden coffee I could no longer drink.
After
Junior was born, and my decaf days came to a glorious end, I realized how wrong
I’d been. There was absolutely no scent as sweet and soul-quieting as the smell
of the top of a baby’s head. Bonus points if the baby was lying peacefully on
your chest sound asleep.
“Are
you ever going to put him down?”
I
flicked my head sideways, startled by Jack’s clear, baritone voice.
He
stood in the doorway of Junior’s nursery, the silhouette of his six-foot-three
athletic body framed by the warm light in the hallway. His head was tilted to
the side. He’d probably been standing there admiring us for a while. After six
years together, I knew Jack’s body language and facial expressions better than
I knew my own face.
I
stood from the rocking chair and stole one more sniff of Junior’s head before I
placed him gently on his back in the center of the crib. I adjusted the left
sleeve of his pajamas, pulling it down to make sure it covered his entire
chubby arm. I didn’t want to imagine him waking up cold and alone in here.
Jack
appeared at my side as I switched on the video baby monitor. “He’s going to be
fine,” he murmured, reaching down to stroke the soft patch of hair on Junior’s
head. “In fact, he’ll probably enjoy some time alone. After all, he is just
like his daddy; sometimes, we need a break from the constant attention from the
ladies.”
I
rolled my eyes and headed for the door. “Making jokes only makes leaving him
slightly less scary, you know,” I said as we stepped into the hallway of our
five-bedroom dream home in Hood River, Oregon. I couldn’t wait to fill up every
one of these bedrooms with brothers and sisters for Jack Jr.
Jack
chuckled as he followed closely behind me. “Less scary is an improvement,” he
replied, grabbing my hand to stop me in the middle of the corridor. “You
promised Junior you’d be back soon. Can you also make me a promise?”