Zoe also hadn’t worn the little black dress. Because if the bingo dress reminded her of her failures, the LBD reminded her of the first time she’d been in Parker’s arms, and at the thought her resolve to go through with this nearly crumbled.
She wasn’t ready to go on a date, and she knew it. But Kel had asked her to dinner and she needed to eat anyway, so she’d said yes. But she was determined to keep this casual, hence the dark jeans and a cute little knit top that gave her the aforementioned good boobs.
“I’d be more excited,” Darcy said, “if the date was with the guy you fell in love with.”
Parker had been a constant in her thoughts, but she’d made peace with all that had happened. She’d let it go.
Okay, so she was pretending to let it go, but sometimes a girl had to fake it to make it. Easier said than done. She’d seen the cops drive by, checking on her, and she knew that was Parker’s doing. They were watching, making sure no one from Carver’s world came after her.
She appreciated that but felt it unnecessary. She’d only been targeted because she meant something to Parker.
And now that was no longer true. “We’ve been over this,” she said.
“Right. You told him not to contact you, and that makes perfect sense.” Darcy nodded and then shook her head. “Wait—how does it make perfect sense again?”
“His job—”
Darcy snorted. “Screw the job. The job doesn’t matter. It’s about a guy’s character, his heart. And nothing says character and heart like a big, tough badass softening his hard edges for the woman he loves.” She spoke firmly, clearly knowing of what she spoke.
And she did. She had AJ, a guy who loved Darcy for exactly who she was, warts and faults and all.
Zoe loved that for Darcy, but she didn’t know if she’d ever be lucky enough to find such a thing for herself.
The doorbell rang and she froze. Kel was here a few minutes early.
Darcy gave her a long look. “Problem?”
“Nope. Of course not. I’m just about ready . . .” Zoe looked around for something to do. Aha! Bonnie was struggling to get out of one of Zoe’s boots in the closet. Zoe rescued her, setting her on the bed next to where Oreo was snoozing. She then turned around, looking for the other heathen, and found him asleep on her T-shirt in the hamper.
Parker’s T-shirt . . .
Oreo lifted his sleepy head and licked his kitten with one huge tongue lap.
Bonnie fell over.
Oreo licked her again, and a rough, rumbling purr filled the room.
“Good boy, Oreo,” Zoe said. “Watch the baby.”
Darcy snorted. “You need real kids in the worst way,” she said.
“Why would I need kids?” Zoe said. “I have you and Wyatt.”
“You’re stalling,” Darcy said.
Yes. Yes, she was. Determined, Zoe grabbed her purse and walked out. Her steps faltered as she passed the room where Parker had stayed. If she stepped inside and inhaled deeply, she could almost catch his scent, see him sprawled on the bed, smiling. Beckoning her with a finger crook . . .
Closing her eyes, she turned away. They’d said all they had to say. Still, she had to rub the physical ache in her chest as she walked by. She hit the stairs, crossed the living room, and plastered a smile on her face.
Then she opened the front door.
Not Kel.
It was Parker, hands up on the jamb above, looking tough and badass in mirrored lenses and no smile.
Her heart skipped a beat. And then another. Not able to deal with what she was seeing, she placed her hands on his abs—rock hard, of course—and gave a little shove so that she could step out onto the porch and look around him to check the driveway.
No Kel.
“Looking for someone?” Parker asked her back.
Her eyes drifted shut. She hadn’t seen him in a week, hadn’t heard his voice, but she was reacting to him as if he hadn’t left. “What are you doing here?”
He didn’t answer until she turned to look at him. “Turns out, I forgot something,” he said.
Thirty
Parker’s heart had taken one good, hard knock against his ribs at the sight of Zoe, a punch to the system.