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"Sorry," he winces. "And I'm sorry about Megan."

I cringe, wrapping my arms tight around myself. "I know it's irrational. I know you didn't betray me. But I just spent every day since I got here falling harder for you, and then some gorgeous twenty-something throws herself at you and announces she was in your bed a few weeks ago. Forgive me if my postpartum brain needs five minutes to catch up with the rational part."

His face softens. "You're falling for me?"

"Not the point, Jagger."

"It's a pretty damn important point."

"Can you please not turn this into something else?"

His expression tightens again. His eyes harden. "Don't worry, Lainey."

"What does that mean?"

He shakes his head and takes a deep breath. "Nothing."

"No. Go on. Tell me," I demand.

He stays silent, grinding his molars.

I just need tonight to be over.

I move toward the street. "Fine. Stay silent. I'm going back to the Butterfly House. I want to check on Charlie, take a shower, and go to bed. We can talk tomorrow when neither of us is angry."

He follows me. "Oh, that's typical."

I spin. "What does that mean?"

He looks away.

"Spit it out, Jagger!"

"Forget it."

"No. Say whatever you're thinking."

His gaze comes back to mine. "You're going back to the Butterfly House?"

"Where else would I go?"

"My house. Charlie's house. What I told you I want to be your house."

I stare at him. "We already talked about this."

"No. You did."

All my fears come rushing at me, way too fresh with Megan standing in the bar. "I told you I'm not ready for that."

"Why?"

"Because it's barely been a week!"

"It's been over two."

I shrug. "And you've spent almost every waking free minute with me."

His scowl deepens. "Right. You eat with me. Then you bring her to my house, but it's just for a visit. You only let me put her to sleep at the guesthouse. Well, she's not a guest on the ranch, Lainey. And you tell me you want this to work, but every night, you take her and leave."