dancing around the edges of their attraction.
And then heâd remembered. They werenât flirting with the intent to eventually take it up a notch; they were married. In name only. Sheâd agreed to it and seemed pretty happy with the status quo as best he could tell during their nightly conversations, which heâd forced himself to cut short. Their relationship needed distance if it was going to work.
Of course, the distance wasnât working so well for him.
Every night, he would end the call and stare at the ceiling until he fell asleep, fighting the urge to call her back so he could hear her voice again. She needed to sleep, not hang out with him on the phone for no other reason than he suddenly hated the quietness of the DC condo that had always been perfectly fine before.
One more day of Washington and then heâd fly home. Somehow, heâd have to figure out how to maintain that distance while they were in the same house. It was a horrible catch-22 to want to spend time with his new wife and yet have an inner voice reminding him that the only reason he had a new wife was because Gina had died. Heâd married Alex but it didnât mean heâd moved on. Not at all. Guilt weighed down his soul to the point where some mornings, heâd had a hard time getting out of bed.
Randy opened the back door of his town car and Phillip slid into the seat with a glance at his phone. Speaking of his new wife...looked like heâd missed a bunch of calls from Alex. Frowning, he noted a text message, too. Hopefully nothing was wrong.
And then the word twins leaped off the screen.
âRandy, change of plans,â he croaked as he tapped furiously through the message app to see if sheâd sent any follow-up texts. Nothing. âDrive me to the airport. Iâm flying home to Dallas unexpectedly.â
Twins.
The flight home took a million years, during which Phillip questioned every single decision heâd made since the first moment he walked into Fyra and saw the barefaced woman in jeans named Alex. They were having twins .
And Alex had found out at a doctorâs visit he hadnât been asked to attend.
That was not okay.
These were his children . Alex was his wife. He wanted to be involved in everything, no matter how small, and heâd been robbed of that chance for some reason. He wanted to know why. Why hadnât she told him she was going to the doctor? Why hadnât she wanted him there?
The pilot announced the aircraft had entered Dallas airspace. Finally.
Phillip whipped off his seat belt the moment the wheels hit the tarmac and glared at Randy as his driver, who always traveled with him, lumbered to his feet a good thirty seconds after the plane had rolled to a stop. All Phillip had to do was raise his eyebrows for the man to clue in that time was of the essence.
âWhere to, boss?â Randy asked mildly as they double-timed it to the private lot where Phillip kept his car. Normally, Randy pulled the car onto the tarmac and loaded Phillipâs luggage when they returned home, but his driver had figured out that normal wasnât the theme of this trip. Plus, Phillip didnât have any luggage since he hadnât taken time to go back to his condo.
Phillip glanced at his watch. Nearly 9:00 p.m. Dallas time, a near miracle considering heâd climbed into his car at Capitol Hill just before six DC time. âTo the house.â
Where Alex would be at home, hopefully eating whatever Franka had made. Whatever Alex wanted, spare no expense or effort, heâd told Franka. Of course, he hadnât known his wife was eating for three then or he might have thrown Franka a side comment about watching Alexâs nutrition, as well. He should have anyway.
Randy drove like a demon possessed, which Phillip appreciated, but when they got to the house, George met Phillip at the door with a puzzled frown. âSir? We didnât expect you
And then heâd remembered. They werenât flirting with the intent to eventually take it up a notch; they were married. In name only. Sheâd agreed to it and seemed pretty happy with the status quo as best he could tell during their nightly conversations, which heâd forced himself to cut short. Their relationship needed distance if it was going to work.
Of course, the distance wasnât working so well for him.
Every night, he would end the call and stare at the ceiling until he fell asleep, fighting the urge to call her back so he could hear her voice again. She needed to sleep, not hang out with him on the phone for no other reason than he suddenly hated the quietness of the DC condo that had always been perfectly fine before.
One more day of Washington and then heâd fly home. Somehow, heâd have to figure out how to maintain that distance while they were in the same house. It was a horrible catch-22 to want to spend time with his new wife and yet have an inner voice reminding him that the only reason he had a new wife was because Gina had died. Heâd married Alex but it didnât mean heâd moved on. Not at all. Guilt weighed down his soul to the point where some mornings, heâd had a hard time getting out of bed.
Randy opened the back door of his town car and Phillip slid into the seat with a glance at his phone. Speaking of his new wife...looked like heâd missed a bunch of calls from Alex. Frowning, he noted a text message, too. Hopefully nothing was wrong.
And then the word twins leaped off the screen.
âRandy, change of plans,â he croaked as he tapped furiously through the message app to see if sheâd sent any follow-up texts. Nothing. âDrive me to the airport. Iâm flying home to Dallas unexpectedly.â
Twins.
The flight home took a million years, during which Phillip questioned every single decision heâd made since the first moment he walked into Fyra and saw the barefaced woman in jeans named Alex. They were having twins .
And Alex had found out at a doctorâs visit he hadnât been asked to attend.
That was not okay.
These were his children . Alex was his wife. He wanted to be involved in everything, no matter how small, and heâd been robbed of that chance for some reason. He wanted to know why. Why hadnât she told him she was going to the doctor? Why hadnât she wanted him there?
The pilot announced the aircraft had entered Dallas airspace. Finally.
Phillip whipped off his seat belt the moment the wheels hit the tarmac and glared at Randy as his driver, who always traveled with him, lumbered to his feet a good thirty seconds after the plane had rolled to a stop. All Phillip had to do was raise his eyebrows for the man to clue in that time was of the essence.
âWhere to, boss?â Randy asked mildly as they double-timed it to the private lot where Phillip kept his car. Normally, Randy pulled the car onto the tarmac and loaded Phillipâs luggage when they returned home, but his driver had figured out that normal wasnât the theme of this trip. Plus, Phillip didnât have any luggage since he hadnât taken time to go back to his condo.
Phillip glanced at his watch. Nearly 9:00 p.m. Dallas time, a near miracle considering heâd climbed into his car at Capitol Hill just before six DC time. âTo the house.â
Where Alex would be at home, hopefully eating whatever Franka had made. Whatever Alex wanted, spare no expense or effort, heâd told Franka. Of course, he hadnât known his wife was eating for three then or he might have thrown Franka a side comment about watching Alexâs nutrition, as well. He should have anyway.
Randy drove like a demon possessed, which Phillip appreciated, but when they got to the house, George met Phillip at the door with a puzzled frown. âSir? We didnât expect you
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