Free A Redo (The Sterling Shore Series #6) by C.M. Owens

returning my gaze to the sofa. Wren is still asleep with Angel neatly tucked against him. She’s half way on his chest, sleeping harder than I’ve ever seen her sleep. And his arms are very securely wrapped around her in a protective embrace.
    Damn. I’m crying again.
    Between last night and this morning, Wren has been inserted into my every thought. We were dangerously close to doing something I’d regret last night. He feels even better than I remember. Especially when he’s pressed up against me with his much harder body than he had back then.
    We kept our distance, sitting at opposite ends of the sofa, after the nearly disastrous moment we shared that got too intense. Thank God Ray Capperton… or Drivel… or whatever… Thank God he walked in when he did, because I was seconds away from just kissing Wren and possibly forcing him to the ground so I could straddle him.
    Even after I regained composure, I couldn’t stop looking at him, and he kept looking at me just as much.
    I went to make another batch of popcorn last night, only to return and see that Angel was talking Wren’s ears off about the movie. Instead of intruding on their moment, I backed away and gave up the rest of movie night to them—in her space where she’s comfortable. It was also an excuse to put some distance between Wren and me.
    Somehow I fell asleep and woke up this morning feeling freaked out because I never went to make sure Angel was tucked in, or that the doors were locked when he left. But instead, I found… this .
    I move to the kitchen to start the coffee, and I let a few more tears escape. Shit. Why am I so emotional over something so simple?
    Because I’ve waited six long years to see Angel have this. Seven years ago, I never would have thought Wren Prize would be in my living room. Well, I didn’t think he’d be in my living room without being wrapped in plastic while I plotted an unseen path to an unmarked grave.
    Too many mob movies.
    After wiping my eyes once more, I head back to the living room to see Wren’s eyes are open and he’s smiling down at Angel. When his eyes meet mine, I fight hard not to smile.
    “She’s a hard sleeper,” he says in a sexy morning voice that has my stomach flipping.
    I don’t bother telling him that she usually doesn’t sleep hard at all.
    “Are you late for anything?” I ask him, unsure how to really act right now.
    I’m still in my pajamas. Sadly, they’re the sexiest ones I own, even though they weren’t meant for sex appeal. That’s not the sad part. It’s sad that I want to be as sexy as possible in front of him.
    “Not today. I told you I was free for bike shopping.”
    I can’t believe Angel is sleeping through our conversation. Usually, one word wakes her up.
    “Coffee?” Bella chirps from the kitchen, astonishing me with the fact that Angel still manages to sleep peacefully.
    “Please,” Wren says while sitting up, gingerly resting our daughter in the crack between him and the back of the sofa.
    Bella gives me a knowing grin before winking and turning to the coffee maker that I abandoned. The doorbell rings, and I struggle to peel myself away from looking at Wren and Angel together. It really is beautiful.
    Dutifully, I go to the door, swinging it open, and my eyes go wide in shock when I see the man waiting on the other side. His expression is hopeful, his brown eyes are soft, and his lips are curved into a nervous grin.
    “Roger,” I say in surprise.
    “Hi,” he says nervously, his smile almost trembling.
    Silence. I have no idea what to say or how to react. What is he doing here?
    His eyes dart over my shoulder, and that hopeful expression turns hard, just like his lips when they flatten. “You have company,” he murmurs, continuing to glare.
    I turn around to see Wren now holding his coffee, looking at us from across the living room. His hair is disheveled in a way that doesn’t detract from his unnatural sexiness, his clothes are barely wrinkled despite