Jazz: Vol 3 of the Still Waters Series

Chapter 83

The next morning, the sun peeked through the blinds and woke us both up. I sat up quickly and looked around.

I hadn't meant to stay the night.

Remmey, eyes closed, still groggy, reached for me and pulled me to him. He traced his fingers up and down my thigh and then slinked his hand around to my hip. He started to pull me even closer, but then opened his eyes.

"Jazz..."

He ran a hand over his face, just like before, and looked over toward the window at the sun. Then he looked back at me.

"What time is it?"

I shrugged.

"You been here all night?"

I nodded.

"Jazzy..." I dropped my eyes and looked away from him. "You gotta go."

I nodded and moved toward the edge of the bed to put my shoes on. I thought Remmey was going to say something like "don't come back here again," but he didn't.

He just got up and walked me to the door.

He still had all his clothes on.

Even his shoes.

I was surprised when he walked me all the way home.

I was even more surprised when he gave me a tight hug once we got there and asked me to come back by his house later that evening.

I looked up into his eyes and nodded.

I couldn't tell what he was thinking.

Remmey nodded, too, and then went over to stand with Rah and Chris by the gate.

I braced myself right before I opened the front door and stepped inside.

Rico was going to be pissed.

A deep sigh escaped my body and echoed all over the house when I realized that he wasn't home. I didn't even care where he was or when he would be back.

A few hours later, he still wasn't home.

I went back to Remmey's.

I was surprised to see Claire, Christian and the babies all there in the front room when Remmey let me in.

Christian looked up at me and I could tell he had something heavy on his mind. I hadn't seen him since the night that he spent at our house.

Claire didn't look at me and neither did the babies.

They all kept their eyes on Remmey as he made his way from the door back to where he was sitting. I sat down beside him. Claire and Christian were sitting across from us. Christian was holding Sammy, Claire was holding Charity. Everyone was too still, too quiet. I wondered what they had been talking about right before I walked through the door.

"Jazzy..." Remmey started to take my hand and then changed his mind.

He looked over at Christian instead.

They shared a silent conversation and Christian nodded.

"Claire..." Remmey's eyes traveled over to Claire, then to the girls and back to Claire. "Claire..." Whatever he was trying to say, he didn't want to say it.