All Chapters of In-Love with More than One: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

AMELIAI never thought I would be here, in this car, heading back to Barrington, Kentucky. With a baby in my back seat.Though, to be fair, I should have known my whirlwind romance with Dexter Rose, number 69 for the Saltsville Stingrays, would crash and burn eventually, because that’s what Dex is.A five-alarm fire that burns through everything in his path.One look at the rearview mirror tells me our daughter, four-month-old Lyla, is still out like a light, which makes me feel a little better about the long drive.After finding out about Dex’s wife, and his three other children—with other women—I didn’t know what else to do. I could have forgiven him for not being at the hospital. Maybe I could have even worked past the cheating with some counseling or something. But being married and having kids with her and two other women? Abso-fucking-lutely not.The memory tries to slip back into my psyche, but I push it away, instead reaching for the radio. I flip through the stations, but alm

AMELIA The whole way to the Bugle, I can’t stop thinking about Dane. Granted, he and Dex look alike, but they couldn’t be more different.Though, it is unsettling to see the image of the man who wronged me and his daughter standing on my doorstep with those gigantic brown eyes looking at me with warmth.Warmth that my ex does not possess in the slightest.Of course, there’s also the physical attraction I feel, an echo of an attraction to someone else, but I found Dane appealing that night even before Dex ever showed up.I thought he was hot, but it wasn’t his looks that drew me in. It was his quiet, reserved personality. He was the only man at the bar who was reading a damn book.How could I not be intrigued by such a social rebel?I

AMELIA I watch with heavy lids as Richie tosses his credit card down before I can protest.“Don’t even think about it, sweetheart,” he says as the waitress takes the check away. “You’ve earned an afternoon off.”I sigh, wanting to argue, which in and of itself is…strange.Usually, I try to avoid conflict in any way possible, not wanting to make waves or cause issues. But it’s like something about Richard just baits me. I want to argue. I want to kick and scream and tell him to leave me alone, but I also can’t deny that seeing him tell off Tara this afternoon, and defend me in front of his ex-wife…Well, a girl could get used to that kind of treatment.Yeah, a girl who didn’t fuck his brother and have his baby, maybe.Maybe I should a

AMELIA I’m not sure why I’m so nervous. It’s not like this is a date, considering I’m bringing my daughter with me. Last I checked, I’m pretty sure people don’t bring their children on dates.Especially dates with college boys.Though I know there’s only six years between Tripp and me, after seeing him today with his teammates, it feels like there’s twenty.We’re in different places in our lives, that’s clear, but I can’t deny that seeing him today with Lyla, standing outside in the parking lot with him, under his sparkling gaze…None of that seemed to matter.I tuck Lyla into her carrier and fold up the stroller just as a horn beeps outside. She sucks on her teething ring, long eyelashes fluttering with that big, wet grin on her face, and my nerves se

AMELIA I’m too tired, and the coffee hasn’t kicked in, when I hear a knock on my door. Lyla screams, just like she’s been screaming for the last hour because I wouldn’t let her have my breakfast, which consisted of grapefruit slices and grapes alongside a bagel full of cream cheese. Sure, I shared my cream cheese in tiny bits on her tongue, but it wasn’t enough, and she refuses to let me forget it.After bouncing her for fifteen minutes, trying to soothe her, I figured it was best to let her self-soothe in her jumper. But the soothing has yet to commence, even though she’s bouncing like a spring.“Coming,” I say, wondering who the hell could be here at the tender hour of eight a.m. The mailman usually leaves everything on the stoop, and I haven’t gotten any packages or anything…I wipe my