The Play Mate (Roommates, #2)

He trailed off as the front door swung open and Smith’s older sister Pam came charging out in a wrinkled dress, running a brush through her hair as she went. I’d never been one to run in heels, but Pam was wild-eyed and sprinting like the devil himself was on her heels. Her husband, Tim, who I’d only seen in pictures, followed behind, grinning broadly.

Smith motioned for me to step out of the car. I did, and he followed suit.

“You guys. I can’t even tell you how much this means to me right now. Like-” Pam broke off, her eyes filling with tears as she clutched my forearms. “I thank you. My husband thanks you. My sanity thanks you.” She dragged me in for a hug and then pulled away. “I’d love to stay and chat, but I’ve got to go before Winnie notices I left.” She shot a fearful glance over her shoulder and then dashed toward the passenger’s side of the minivan in the driveway, blowing Smith a kiss from afar. “Love you, bro. You’re the best. And you have my number. But don’t, like, use it unless someone is literally on fire.”

Tim chuckled and ran a hand through his red hair, making it stand up on end as he gave Smith a hearty slap on the shoulder. “Finn has decided that sleep is for quitters, Mac just projectile shat on the dress Pam had started out wearing, and Winnie flushed Pam’s bracelet down the toilet. We need a break so bad, my man. We are forever in your debt.”Content held by NôvelDrama.Org.

“Tim! Christ, please frigging hurry before they see us,” Pam hissed before turning her gaze toward Smith and me. “And you two, hustle on inside. They’ve been alone for forty-seven seconds. They could have already booby-trapped the place by now, so enter at your own risk.”

The minivan doors slammed shut and the vehicle’s tires actually squealed as they back out.

Smith turned my way and his grin faltered a little as he took in my shell-shocked expression.

“Okay, so I know this looks bad. But I swear, they’re exaggerating a little. If you’re miserable, I won’t be mad if you call an Uber to take you home, and you can pick the next date, all right?”

I gnawed on my lower lip, blinking hard to keep the tears burning the back of my lids from falling. How could I possibly explain how I was feeling without scaring the hell out of him?

I’m not crying because I want to leave. I’m crying because I’ve never wanted to be anywhere more than I want to be here with you, right now.

Instead, I mustered a smile and settled for, “Are you kidding me? Kids are a blast. We’re going to have a great time. Let’s do this.” Then I let my mouth pull up into the smile I’d been trying to keep in.

Smith looked so relieved, the vice grip on my heart loosened a little, and I chuckled.

“Although, between you and your sister, I gotta tell you, I’m half expecting these kids to be swinging from the chandeliers, so let’s head inside,” I added.

He rounded the car and popped open the trunk, tugging out a bag before closing it.

“Don’t be scared. They’re not so bad. They’re what we like to call spirited.” He closed the distance between us and took my hand. “Come on. Let’s get inside so I can introduce you to the wrecking crew.”

The next few minutes went by in a frantic blur. Copper-haired Winnie introduced herself to me and then promptly brandished a foam sword and demanded that I get my sword “or die a miserable death!” while Finn slugged me in the crotch with a Nerf gun.

While I was defending myself from that onslaught, Smith had dropped his bag in order to chase baby Mac, who in the short time that we’d been outside with Pam and Tim had decided that the diaper life wasn’t for him anymore. He was tearing around the living room buck naked, his plump little baby buns jiggling for all the world to see. And damn if he didn’t make dimpled butt cheeks look cute. It was a look I wished I could pull off.

And through it all, I hadn’t stopped grinning. I couldn’t have wished for a better date. Because, casual be damned, Smith had let me in. The love he felt for his niece and nephews was so plain to see, it was etched into his every feature.

I’d met his sister Pam a few times when I was younger, just because our brothers had spent so much time together, but this was different. Smith had brought me here to spend time with the people in his life who mattered most to him.

It might not mean anything, Evie. He could have just forgotten that he’d promised to babysit, and you got folded into the mix.

But, damn it, it felt like it meant something. It felt like it meant . . . everything.

“Do you want to have a tea party with me?” Winnie asked, dropping her sword and eyeing me speculatively.

I nodded and squatted to meet her at eye level. “Of course. Who wouldn’t want to have a tea party?”

She jerked her chin toward baby Mac, who was still diaperless and was currently attempting to ride the dog. “Macky hates tea parties. All he wants to do is poop and eat Cheerios.” She rolled her eyes and gave me a conspiratorial grin. “Babies.”

“I’m going to order pizza,” Smith said, finally getting a handle on a squirming Mac and tucking him under his arm like a football. “What do you want on yours?”

“M&M’S,” Finn piped up. “And pineapple.”

Smith made a gagging noise and ruffled Finn’s hair. “I’m going to have to veto the candy on there because it’s both sacrilege and disgusting, plus your mother would kill me. But the pineapple is a go.”

Finn nodded, his face solemn. “I accept that compromise so long as we can have some of the M&M’S from that bag you brought when it’s movie time.”

Smith barked out a laugh. “How do you know there are M&M’S in there?”

“He always brings M&M’S,” Winnie whispered, cupping her hand to my ear in order to protect her secret.

I couldn’t help but smile, equally in awe of the man as the kiddos were. Seeing him in action like that, watching him navigate this situation with humor and ease, was fascinating.

As the night progressed, Smith and I had zero time alone together, but it was right up there with one of the best nights of my life. The kids had boundless energy, and the life and laughter in this little house was everything a family should be. I soaked it in like a sponge, committing it all to memory. Every uninhibited childish guffaw, every baby squeal of delight, every mess, and every hug.

By the time ten p. m. rolled around, the pizza boxes were empty, the kids were sprawled out across Smith and me on the couch, and I was on cloud nine. Glowing from the inside out, exhausted, but happier than I could ever remember being.

“Thank you,” I murmured softly, running my index finger through Mac’s feathery blond hair and shooting Smith a watery smile. “Thank you so much for inviting me. They’re amazing.”

He nodded and reached out to tuck a strand of hair behind my ear. “So are you. They’re nuts about you.”

I wish you could be nuts about me too, I wanted to whisper. But I held it in and tucked it away deep in my heart.

Life could be a grind sometimes, but tonight had been a rare gem. An oasis of perfection. No way was I going to ruin it.

He leaned in, past baby Mac and over little Winnie, and pressed a soft, gentle kiss to my mouth. As his tongue swept across mine, I said a little prayer.

Come on, Smith. Just give me one chance . . . . and maybe a little hope that we can make this real.