Attached to You (Carolina Rebels Book 6) by Lindsay Paige

Author:Lindsay Paige [Paige, Lindsay]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Carolina Rebels Series
Publisher: Lindsay Paige
Published: 2017-10-18T18:30:00+00:00

Aside from him being a little cranky, things have gone smoothly with Brayden. He sleeps fine and rests as planned. He doesn’t complain of headaches, but I think they bother him. He hasn’t quite been himself. I mean, he doesn’t smile that often, but that’s not too abnormal. He’s usually grimacing. He rubs his forehead, too.

“Thanks for doing this,” Brayden mumbles, running a hand through his hair.

“No problem.”

We just arrived at the airport to pick up his mom. He asked me yesterday in an effort to give me enough notice to switch things around at work, saying he didn’t want to drive. Someone’s car alarm goes off, the horn blaring repeatedly, and Brayden winces. The alarm turns off as he takes my hand. He breathes a sigh of relief.

It’s been tough watching him deal with this. He doesn’t talk about it any more than he has to. But to see something obviously knock him down like this has? To see him struggle? It’s hard. My heart is constantly torn with wanting to hug him and not wanting him to see that I feel bad for him. Not sure he’d want to see that. He hasn’t minded the hugs I’ve given him so far, though.

We’re a little early, but we find a place near baggage claim to wait for her. Brayden fiddles with my sunglasses, which he’s wearing because he doesn’t own a pair and the first five minutes outside, he complained about the sun being too bright.

“How ridiculous do I look?” He glances down at me. My heart swells with his faint smile.

“You don’t. These aren’t chick sunglasses.” I roll my eyes, hoping I can get a chuckle out of him, and grin when I do.

“I know that.” He pinches my ass where his hand always seems to find its resting place. My sunglasses are a pair of aviators. He’d probably wear them, even if they were girly. “I mean because we’re inside. I still don’t understand why people wear them inside or at night. Maybe they’re all suffering from concussions too?”

I laugh, self-conscious enough to make sure it’s a soft one, and say, “Probably not.”

Brayden pulls me closer and rests his chin on top of my head. “Still nervous?”

“Yes.”

“Want to change your mind?”

“Can I?” It’s tempting.

“If you want, but it might be too late.” His hands are suddenly on my hips to turn me. “Hey, Mom. This is Deanna. Darlin’, this is my mom, Maryann.”

Just as my hand moves for a handshake, she steps forward to hug me. “It’s so nice to meet you, Deanna. I wish I could say more, but my son hasn’t told me much about you yet.” She glares at Brayden with that last bit and moves to hug him. “How are you doing?”

“Fine. What’s your bag look like?”

“It’s black.” Her response is so blunt and simple that I giggle, laughing harder when she winks at me and Brayden is surely glaring at us both.

“So helpful.”

“There are Carolina Rebels ribbons tied to the handles. Just for you.

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