“Oh, you’re not dating?” her eyes grow and she bites her lip.
“No,” I say slowly and I realize she’s fishing. A pang of jealousy stirs in my chest. He’s not mine by any stretch, but he sure as hell isn’t hers. “Well, not officially,” I add on and mentally slap myself for it.
There’s no reason I should be cockblocking him, but something inside of me doesn’t want her to have him. Or have a chance at him. I’m going to hell.
“Hang on tight to that one, because that beanie and that smile . . .” She slaps her hand over her mouth, clearly embarrassed at what she’s said. “I’m sorry. I don’t know what got into me.”
Placing my hand on her arm, I giggle. “It’s okay. He’s easy on the eyes.”
She gives a short laugh. “Yeah, you could say that.”
Before I can respond, Liam walks in and gives a knowing look. He heard us. Great, this should be fun.
“You girls ready to hit the road?” he asks with an underhanded chuckle.
I shake my head and bite my tongue.
“I could leave the room, if you want to keep talking about my hotness,” Liam offers and flops in the chair he slept in two nights in a row. He refused to leave Aarabelle’s side.
I walk over and rip the beanie off. “Arrogance doesn’t suit you, Dempsey.” The giggle escapes me at the way his hair sticks out in various directions. “No one thinks you’re hot right now, buddy.”
He stands and walks toward me slowly. His warm breath bathes my neck as he leans in so only I can hear, “I think we both know that’s not true.” Liam’s finger glides against my arm and I shiver. “We can pretend though.” Slowly his finger reaches my hand and my heart is racing. I enjoy the feel of his hands on me more than I should. I can’t explain what’s happening between us because it’s never been like this. It’s always been friendship. He shifts back and snatches his hat from my hand.
I look over and try to get my breathing under control. Liam tries to pretend, but I see the desire pooled in his eyes. He’s not as unaffected as he’s feigning, but Liam is trained to restrain his emotions. Fine, I can play the game too.
I pull my hair over my shoulder and lean down a little, giving him a tiny glimpse of skin. “It’s not pretending when one of us doesn’t feel that way.” I grab the diaper bag . . . real sexy, Natalie . . . and try to maintain my alluring look.
Liam isn’t buying it and he lets out a deep, loud laugh. “Nice try, babe. Let’s go.” He grabs the diaper bag off my shoulder and heads out of the room.
“Looks like Mommy’s lost her touch,” I say to Aarabelle as I grab the car seat and head out.
“You mean he stayed the whole time you were in the hospital?” Reanell asks suspiciously.
“Yes, he wouldn’t leave.” I grab my coffee mug and curl up on the sofa. We’ve been home for a few days and Liam hasn’t stopped by. He texted me yesterday to wish me luck on my first day of work, but I haven’t replied.
“Hmmm,” Rea says as she taps her lip. We’ve been trying to analyze everything, because there’s a part of me that wonders if I’m making this all up. “I mean, he was Aaron’s best friend.”
“I know. I think it’s just his duty to him. It would explain why he kinda disappeared after he dropped us off.”
She looks at me trying to see through me. “Do you want him to stop by?”
“Reanell, please. It’s not even been a year. There’s no way in hell I want another man. I love my husband.”
Grabbing her drink, she comes over to the couch and sits next to me. “I know you do, but you’re a woman. Liam is a good man. A man who seems to care about you and Aara very much. Would it be such a bad thing?”
I think I’ve entered into another dimension. My friend who told me if her husband died she’d join the convent because it would be too hard is urging me to entertain this. “Yes, it would be bad. First off, Liam has never had a serious girlfriend, let alone taking on a widow and a baby. Second, he’s a SEAL!” I yell out and then recover. “Fuck . . . he’s a SEAL. Deployments, possible death. I couldn’t.” I start to panic.
“Hey,” Reanell grips my hand. “I’m not saying it’s good or bad. I’m just saying sometimes the heart wants what the head says no to. I don’t know if your heart or head want anything.”
“Sleep. They want sleep.”
She laughs and releases my hand. “That’s why I’m here. Go take a nap. No more talk of boys. I’m glad he came to the hospital and took care of you. You needed someone and he was there.”
“Yeah, he was. Okay, I’m going to rest. Thank you for coming over and watching her for me. I can’t keep my eyes open.” Reanell is a godsend. She called and I filled her in on everything, and without saying another word, I heard her car start to head to my house. It’s a sisterhood, being a military spouse. Even though Aaron wasn’t active anymore, we’re still family. When one needs us, we’re there, especially in the special ops community.
“Any time, my friend. Now go get some beauty sleep.”