And then I do. I tell her everything. Every single thing. I even tell her things Rafe doesn’t know—the night Sin helped me watch Skylar, the note he wrote in my book. I’ll ask her to delete the messages afterward, just to be safe, but I need someone to tell me I’m not crazy, and she can only get it if she has the whole story.
I conclude by sending her a picture of my engagement ring and the question. “So, am I crazy?”
She texts back immediately, “If you are, who wants to be sane?! I love that so much. I don’t blame you at all. You 100% made the right choice. Congratulations!!”
Oh, thank God.
“I can’t wait to meet him!” she adds. “If you don’t want us to come to the wedding because of Vince and Carly, I totally get it. Make sure you let me know when it is anyway though, I want to send you a gift. I don’t think Scotophile IS a thing, but I’m going to take this love into consideration when picking your gift,” she adds with a wink.
“I really DO want you to come to the wedding. I just have to convince Sin that we should wait and have a bigger wedding, but that it doesn’t mean I’m having second thoughts.”
“I’m sure you’ll come up with a way,” she tells me. “Give me your address, I’ll send you an engagement present that might help.”
“Oh, you don’t have to send me an engagement present, silly. I just wanted someone to tell me I’m not crazy.”
“If you don’t give it to me, I will get it from Adrian. I’m trying to be less creepy about this,” she informs me.
I laugh, relenting, and sending her my address. I guess I shouldn’t feel guilty. Her husband has more money than God, so she can afford to send me a present.
Skylar and I go downstairs and bum around the house. I talk to her and she coos back. I make myself some lunch and ask Sin when he’ll be home, but he doesn’t know.
At some point I should probably text Rafe to ask for an update about who is taking Skylar, but I’m enjoying having her here, so I don’t.
A few hours later, around the time I’m hoping Sin will arrive, the doorbell rings. I’m not answering the door after last night, but I go to the window and look out. It’s Rex, and he seemed safe, so I go down and ease open the door.
He doesn’t look terribly impressed to be playing delivery boy, but he hauls a huge box and a Nordstrom bag into the house.
“Um, what is all this?” I ask.
Once he puts it all down, he indicates the box. “A stroller, in case you wanted to take Skylar for a walk. There are some clothes in the bag. Do you need me to put this thing together?”
“No,” I say, staring at the box. “I don’t even know if I’ll have Skylar here long enough to ever need this.”
Rex shrugs. “If you don’t want it, donate it. Mia can’t look at baby stuff and not buy it. If she could, she probably wouldn’t have 800 kids.”
“I’ll be honest, when she said she was sending me an engagement gift, I kinda thought she meant a simple lingerie set.”
“It’s probably in the bag. I did not go digging through it to find out.”
I give him a thumbs up. “Good call.”
Since his job is done, Rex goes to leave, but he doesn’t quite get the door open and Sin is storming in, glaring at him.
“Whoa,” Rex says, stumbling back a step in surprise.
“Why are you at my house when I’m not here?” Sin demands.
I glance down, seeing poor Rex cornered, and tell Sin, “Look, baby, Mia sent us presents.”
Jerking his thumb up in my direction, Rex explains, “That’s why.”
Sin narrows his eyes at Rex just for good measure, and Rex eases around him and slips out the door. Sin is still in intimidating mode when he gets up to me, glaring down at me with leftover annoyance at Rex. At least, I assume so, but his thunderous scowl gets my blood pumping anyway. I’m alrea
dy on the floor, so it doesn’t take much to climb to my knees and crawl over to him so I can hug his legs. “I’m glad you’re home.”
“Why was he here?”
I release him and turn back to the bag I haven’t opened yet. “I told Mia about our engagement. She’s thrilled for us, by the way. She told me she wanted to send me a present. I assumed she meant in the mail, but I guess since Mateo already had an errand boy in Vegas, she made him go pick it up for faster delivery. Look at this, she’s crazy. She sent us a stroller—for Skylar. I doubt we’ll use it for her, but we can definitely save it for when the baby comes. That’s one less thing we’ll have to buy, and it looks like a really nice one. I probably would have got something a lot cheaper, but look at this thing.”