Letting out a long breath, Kacey leaned on her hand. “This is a really reassuring talk. Thanks.”
Sensing her sarcasm, Lacey smiled. “I told him the same thing, but he promised me he wouldn’t hurt you, and I want to believe him. I do believe him. It’s just the statistics are against him.”
“But Jordie isn’t a statistic,” Kacey decided. “He’s above that, you’ll see.”
“I really do hope so, and I hope that you guys get married and have babies and move out of here,” she said with a teasing grin, and Kacey smiled despite not really wanting to.
All week she had been living in a little fantasy world, but then Lacey came along and didn’t scare her, per se, but she did worry her. Everything she said was everything Kacey had thought, but hearing it from Lacey validated her fears. So many things could go wrong, but Kacey didn’t really care. She’d be there—it was that simple. Like before, she knew going in what Jordie was about, and she loved him anyway. He wasn’t an easy man to love, but his love was worth it and she wasn’t going to let go of that.
“He hasn’t invited me to AA groups or even therapy, but he takes Karson. My feelings shouldn’t be hurt, should they?”
“Do you want to go?” Lacey asked, looking up from her phone, smiling. “They are crazy,” she said, pointing down to it and Kacey rolled her eyes.
“Focus, Lacey,” she snapped and Lacey laid her phone down.
“Right. Now, do you want to go?”
“Yes.”
“Tell him that,” she said simply. “Jordie isn’t shy when it comes to that kind of stuff, plus I’m sure he wants you to go.”
“Yeah,” she agreed, leaning to the side to stretch her back as Lacey picked her phone back up and then laughed.
“Jordie just said that they’re all just mad ’cause he’s hung like a horse and they traded their dicks for strollers,” she snorted and slapped her hand against the counter. “Such dorks.”
“Right? I’m dying,” Karson said as he entered the kitchen, Mena tucked in his arms. Lately, you didn’t see Karson without Mena. It was adorable, but when Lacey told Kacey he was sad he was going to have to leave Mena when they went on road trips, it kind of broke her heart. He was such a good daddy.
Leaning against each other, Karson and Lacey looked on their phones, both of them laughing and looking like the poster couple for Better Homes and Gardens magazine. She was tempted to look too, but glancing at the clock, she saw that Jordie would be home soon and he’d want an answer. It wasn’t that she didn’t want to live with him—she pretty much already did—she just felt like it was too soon. But then, looking up, she saw the pillar of the love she wanted. They seriously got married like two or three days after seeing each other in however many years. They did rush into it, and Lacey even left him at one point, but Karson would be damned if she was going to leave him without a fight. He went up and got his woman, and Kacey knew in her heart that Jordie would do the same thing. So what was holding her back?
“Jordie asked me to move in with him.”
They looked up at her, both with quizzical expressions on their faces. Shrugging, Karson said, “Okay?”
“What did you say?” Lacey asked.
“I told him I didn’t know. It just seems fast.”
“Fast?” Karson scoffed. “We got married right away, and when I came back here, I was living with Jordie. Kind of forgot to tell you that, too,” he laughed, but Lacey shot him a dark look.
“Those damn tissues,” she said, shaking her head. “But yeah, and we’re good, Kacey.”
“You know people do this every day. They meet, they know, and, boom! Married.”
“I just thought it would take longer than this,” she said with a shrug. “It all seems like it’s happening and it’s great, but then it will all disappear and I’ll be heartbroken again.”
Lacey made a face as Karson shrugged. “And if it does, at least you tried.”