My Libertine (Trio Book 2) by Joy Blood Read Free Book Online

by the way,” I say then go out the door closing it behind me. On the other side, it’s booming with laughter.

 
     

     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    “Shana it's your mother. Call me.” I listen to one of the damn messages left on my phone from my mother. It’s been a quiet few months on her end I'm sad for it to be ending. I put off calling her back. I really don't need this today.
    When I woke this morning Row was gone. His door was open and his bag still on his messy bed. I think I heard him leave shortly after Karter and I went to bed but I wasn't sure.
    I busy myself picking up all the toys scattered around the apartment along with the clothes and burp rags. I really don't know how long Row will last with the place smelling like baby vomit. I quickly sniff myself. When did I shower last? My hair is a mess and my blond roots are starting to show again. I really don't have the time to go and get my roots done or freaking bathe for that matter. Oh, motherhood. Even with it all, I wouldn't change a thing. Well, maybe his sleeping habits and my hygiene.
    Getting a basket of clothes ready for the laundry I set it by the door. I think there are more of Karter’s clothes in there than mine. I live in the same sweat pants and tank top day in and day out.
    Knocking at the door distracts me from my task. Answering it I see Row standing in my doorway.
    “I think I might need to get a key from you.” He says sauntering past me, helping himself to the contents of my fridge. He settles for a bottled of water and some leftover chicken parm. I watch him pop it in the microwave checking it after a minute. Then when he seems satisfied with the temp he sits down at the table and begins digging in. Only now noticing that I have been watching him this whole time.
    “You creeping on me Dove?” seriously? I just scowl at him.
    “Help yourself. No I didn't want to eat that for lunch today.” He stops mid-bite.
    “Shit, I'm sorry I didn't even ask.”
    “No problem, look I need to shower and Karter is sleeping. I won't take long.” Some would think it's crazy leaving a perfect stranger with my baby. But I doubt a playboy like him would want to run off with a child. Might cramp his style.
    “Do what you gotta do. I’ll be here.” with that I take off for a much-needed shower grabbing my clothes to change into when I get out. Trying my best not to think of the damn sexy man that is eating my chicken parm.
    Walking out of the bathroom feeling ten times better and cleaner. I hear talking coming from the living room.
    “What do you like to watch Little Man? A little Law and Order or Walking Dead?” I hear Karter make one of his cooing noises. “Yeah me too. Walking dead it is then.” Silence for a little bit then I hear what must be his phone ringing. He must silence it because he doesn't answer and it goes quiet. “Let me tell you, kid, when you find a good woman don't let her go because there aren't many out there.” He sighs. Saying something else but I don't catch it he says it so softly.
    “So you think a zombie apocalypse show is the best one to watch with a baby?” I say walking over to the chair next to the couch. He has Karter cradled in one arm and the remote in the other. Seeing him sitting there holding my son does something to my lady parts. Bad, bad lady parts.
    “This is a good show. You watch it at all?” before sitting down I reach to him and he hands over my baby. I cradle him next to me and immediately he starts rooting around for my boob. Feeding time I suppose.
    “No. Haven't. Too scary for me.” I confess, trying not to watch what is on the TV.
    “Well, I'm here to protect you.” He says in a playful voice. Ever the womanizer. That is when I catch the small red mark on his neck.
    “Had a productive night last night I see,” I say pointing out the hickey on his neck. His hand flies up to the mark as if he forgot it was there.
    “Oh yeah, girl had a mouth to rival a Dyson, never lost