But Eloise ignored me, marching to the garage’s steel staircase.
“Trust me on this one.” Winslow walked to the trunk. “The sooner you just go along with Eloise, the easier your life will be. She’s persistent.”
Like how she’d refused to listen when I’d had to decline the job offer. She’d ordered me to get to Montana, promising we’d have a home once we arrived.
“I’m learning this.” I giggled. It was the first laugh I’d had in . . . well, in a long time.
I held Drake closer, breathing in his baby smell. Standing there, with my feet on the ground, I let myself breathe again.
For one heartbeat. Then two. I let the soles of my shoes be warmed by the rocks. I let my heart sink out of my throat and return to my chest.
We made it.
Quincy might not be our forever home. But forevers were for dreamers. And I’d stopped dreaming the day I’d started ranking my worst days. There’d been so many, it had been the only way to keep moving forward. To know that none had been as awful as the first-worst day. To know that if I’d survived that one, I could endure the second and the third and the fourth.
Today marked the fifth.
It had started at a gas station in North Dakota. I’d pulled over last night to get some sleep. Twenty minutes, that’s all I’d wanted. Then I’d planned to get back on the road. Drake had been zonked and I hadn’t wanted to wake him up by hauling him into a seedy hotel.
Napping in the car had been a reckless decision. I’d thought I was safe beneath the parking lot’s bright lights. My eyes hadn’t been closed for more than five minutes when a truck driver had knocked on my window, licking his lips.
I’d sped away and, hopefully, run over his toes.
My heart had hammered for the next hour, but once the adrenaline had worn off, soul-deep exhaustion had burrowed under my skin. I’d been afraid of falling asleep at the wheel so I’d pulled over on the interstate to hop out and jog in place under the stars. I’d stretched for all of thirty seconds before a bug had flown under my shirt and left two bites along my ribs.
The sting had kept me awake for the next hour.
At dawn, I’d found another turnoff to stop and change Drake. When I’d lifted him out of his seat, he’d spit up all over my shirt, forcing me to give myself a baby-wipe bath. Any normal day, it wouldn’t have been a big deal. But it had been one more straw and my back was close to breaking.
During our last gas station stop, he’d started crying. With the exception of a few short naps, he hadn’t really stopped.
Hours of that wail and I was fried. I was weary. I was scared. I was nervous.
My emotions were battling each other, fighting to take first place. Fighting to be the one that pushed me over the edge.
But we’d made it. Somehow, we’d made it.
“Let’s go check out our new spot.” I kissed Drake as he squirmed—he had to be hungry—then shifted him to the cradle of my arm. With one hand, I hefted out the next duffel in the stack, but I’d forgotten how heavy it was. The nylon strap slipped from my fingers, the bag plopping to the ground.
“Ugh.”
“I’ll get it.” A deep, rugged voice sounded from behind me, then came the crunch of boots on gravel.
I stood, ready to smile and introduce myself, but the second I spotted the man walking my way, my brain scrambled.
Tall. Broad. Tattooed. Gorgeous.
Why had I kept driving last night? Why hadn’t I stopped at a hotel with a shower?
I was in no place to crush on a guy. The new Memphis—
mom Memphis—was too busy getting formula stains out of her shirts to preen for men. But the old Memphis—single, rich and always up for an orgasm or two Memphis—really, really liked sexy, bearded men.
He bent and picked up the duffel before grabbing the largest suitcase from the trunk. His biceps strained the sleeves of his gray T-shirt as he carried them both toward the garage.
Narrow hips. Sinewed forearms. Long legs covered in faded jeans.
Who was he? Did he live here? Did it matter?
Drake whined and that sound snuffed the laser beam that had been my gaze on this guy’s sculpted ass.
What the hell was wrong with me? Sleep. I needed sleep.
Before anyone could catch me staring, I dropped my chin and rushed after him, pausing long enough to snag the diaper bag from the backseat.
The metal on the stairs gave a low hum with each step. The man had almost made it to the landing when Eloise popped out.
“Good, you’re helping.” She smiled at him, then waved us all inside. “Knox Eden, meet Memphis Ward. Memphis, this is my brother Knox. This is his house.”