Love, Utley (Love Letters #1)

Grabbing the edge of the curtain, I pull it aside.

Standing on the other side of my window, moonlight casting his features in shadows, is Maddox.

“What the hell are you doing?” I don’t whisper, but I keep my voice low.

“I…” He runs one of his big hands over his head. “Can I come in?”

I look at him and then at my narrow window frame. “Not through the window.” Biting my lip, I tip my head toward the front of the house. “Go to the door.”

He gives me one serious nod, then steps back through the oversized bushes lining the house.

I don’t know what he’s doing here. And even though I’m the one who told him to leave not much more than an hour ago, seeing him lifts some of that depressive feeling.

I hurry through the house and am nearing the front when I remember that my tits are on full display in this shirt.

I pause but decide not to care.

He’s the one who came to my window when all the lights in the house are off. He shouldn’t be expecting a bra.

I pull open the front door as he mounts the steps in a single stride.

Maddox opens his mouth, but I lift my finger to my lips, and he snaps his jaw shut with a nod.

Stepping back, I hold the door open, then close and lock it once he’s inside.

He’s in the same clothes he was in before. And he slips his shoes off in the same spot.

I cut past him and lead the way back to my bedroom.

His steps are quieter than usual behind me, like he’s making a point to step lightly.

This man.

I don’t know what he’s here to tell me, but the fact that he couldn’t wait even one night to do it does something to the defenses inside me.

He follows me into my bedroom and gently closes the door behind us.

Not wanting to stand again, I climb onto my bed and sit cross-legged at the top of the mattress, gesturing for him to sit at the foot.

He keeps one foot on the ground, and his other leg is bent on the mattress in front of him.

Maddox makes a face. “Hold on.”

He stands back up and moves around to the other side of the bed, sitting in the same position, only this time, his other leg is bent on the mattress.

I raise a brow. “Everything okay?”

“Knees.” He shrugs. Then he looks at me for a long moment before saying, “I’m sorry.”

“Maddox —”

He shakes his head. “I made a call.”

“Tonight?” I don’t hide my surprise.

“Yeah.”

I grab one of the pillows from behind me and hug it on my lap. Both to cover my nipples that are poking through my shirt and for comfort. “Who did you call?”