Free Waiting for Him (Waiting Series Book 3) by Dawn Stanton

groaning my way through it when I notice Garrett’s grimace.
          “What’s wrong?” I ask as I spoon another chunk of the smooth delight into my mouth.
          “You’re killing me with all the moaning you’re doing. It’s similar to what you used to sound like when I made love to you.” I inhale abruptly at his honesty and I choke on the bite I’m currently chewing, erupting in a loud coughing fit. Garrett whacks me on the back a couple of times and I finally cease hacking up a lung. My eyes are a watery mess as I wipe them with my napkin.
          “Sorry, you caught me off guard with what you said. I wasn’t expecting it and honestly, I’m surprised that you can still remember.” He shifts his position, leaning forward and placing his empty plate on the coffee table.
          “Of course, I remember Shelby. I doubt that I’ll ever forget. Don’t you remember?” Wow, I wasn’t expecting that question.
          “I remember what it was like between us, but it’s been a long time since then, and I’ve been with Jeff for the past few years. All of that has dulled my memories.”
          “Time hasn’t dulled mine. I remember it all, vividly.” Since we’re on the subject of sex, I decide to ask him about the rumor I heard from Max.
          “Hey, I heard a rumor about you, and I have a feeling it might be true, but if it’s not then, at least, you’ll know what’s being said about you. Did you sleep with Melina?” I carefully watch him for a reaction in case I think he’s lying to me. He gazes at me for a moment and then he nods his head in confirmation.
          “Yeah, it was just a one-time thing, but she’s going all stalker crazy on me now. I actually got shitty with her today and told her to stop.”
          “Wow, I’m so grossed out right now. Why would you ever stick your dick inside her? She’s such a bitch. She’s the one person that I cannot stand at Bentley. She’s a grown up mean girl.”
          “I was drunk at the time if that helps.” I roll my eyes at him.
          “You’re a little old to be using that excuse aren’t you?”
          “Isn’t that the one you used when we slept together in September?” He fires back.
          “Touché, but if we’re talking semantics then let me point out that I’m only twenty-four, not thirty-one like you. If you really need to know, when I told Jeff what happened, I didn’t blame it solely on being drunk. I took responsibility for it. I’m not sure why I slept with you that night…but I do know that stopping it from happening felt impossible at the time.” His expression turns to surprise with my confession.
          “Wow, I never thought you’d admit to wanting me.” His golden-green gaze is imploring me to continue telling him how I feel.
          “Garrett, what do you want me to say? Do I need to tell you that there’s a part of me that’ll always want you…always love you? I’m sure I’ll always feel something for you and regret the hand that we were dealt, but life goes on. I have a baby on the way,” I pause and correct my statement. “We have a baby on the way and we need to focus on that for now. Unfortunately, this little guy may never know what it’s like to have a mother and father that live together, well at least not unless one of us gets married at some point. I know that we can make the most of a difficult situation and work together. Aside from that, what you do and don’t do is your business and the same goes for me.
          “I found something out that I need to tell you, but you have to promise me right now, that you won’t do anything crazy when you hear.” He crosses his arms over his muscular chest and I can see the ripples of his tendons moving under his forearms.
          “I’m not going to promise anything until I hear what it is that you need to tell me. I think you know me well enough by now to realize that I