Easton grins before turning to his father. “Uncle Dil? What does got laid mean?”
I snort laugh, grabbing my gym bag and my purse, wiggling my fingers at my man. “And that’s my cue to leave. Good luck handling that one.”
“You’re mean,” he mouths. “And I’ll make you pay.”
“I look forward to it.” Bending down, I kiss my son on the lips. “Be good for Uncle Dillon. I’ll see you later.”
Easton throws his arms around me. “We’re going to practice with my guitar. Love you, Mommy.”
I pull him up into my arms and hug him tight. “I love you too.”
“Where’s my loving?” Ash asks, fake pouting.
“You don’t deserve one after the shit you’ve landed me in.” Dillon sulks, and it’s priceless.
Easton projects himself from my arms to Ash’s, giving her a quick hug. “Love you too, Auntie Ash.”
“Right back at ya, cutie.” Pretending to whisper, she says, “Give Uncle Dil hell, and don’t forget he hasn’t answered your question yet.”
Oh my God. Dillon is going to kill her if the thunderous look on his face is any indication.
We’re still laughing when we step outside, climbing into Ash’s car.
Leon gets behind the wheel of the security SUV, trailing us down the driveway.
“Don’t you ever get sick of having bodyguards following you everywhere? We need security when the guys are on tour, and I hate it even if I know it’s for our protection.”
“It’s all I’ve ever known, and I’ve gotten used to it. Besides, Leon and Bobby are like family now they’ve been with us so long, and they are discreet. Most times, I forget they’re even there.”
“Have you given much thought to going public with Dil?” she asks, pulling out of my driveway onto the road.
“It’s been on my mind,” I truthfully reply. “I know it’s best to get in front of these things, and I know that means we’ll need to put out a statement or give an interview.”
“You will, and I know you’re worried about what people will say, but fuck them. Seriously, it’s none of their business.”
“I’ll talk to Dillon about it tonight, but I’m thinking maybe we could do it after Christmas.” That gives us a month and a bit to plan it and enough time for me to recover my lady balls.
“So, you two finally bumped uglies,” she says, taking the exit for the highway.
“We did.” I can’t contain my grin. “It was incredible. Even better than I remembered. We barely got any sleep, and I can’t wait until tonight so I can jump his bones again.”
“Blech.” She makes a face. “TMI, sister.”
I laugh, buoyed up by great sex and Dillon’s love. “Your brother is a fucking beast in the bedroom. The things he does to me.”
“Yeah, Viv. I know you’re all loved up and sexed up, but you’ve got to quit that shit, or I’m seriously going to puke.”
I giggle, and her expression softens as she reaches across the console to squeeze my hand. “All joking aside, I am made up for you. Seeing both of you so happy after everything makes me incredibly happy.”
“I’m happy too. It’s like it used to be, but better, if that makes sense.”
She nods. “I get what you’re saying.”
“I still get moments where I feel the odd bout of guilt, and I still miss Reeve, but I’m done with being sad all the time. It’s been almost seven months. It’s time to live again.”