Coming For Her Curves – Coming For Christmas Read Online Hope Ford

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CHAPTER 10

IZZY

I'm standing right inside the door when Brock walks in the house.

I try to play it cool and gauge his mood when he comes in. He's smiling ear to ear, and I let out a breath in relief. “So..." I start.

He shrugs. “I like him."

I put my hands on my hips. "You like him?"

He laughs. “Mom, you seem happy with him. Why wouldn't I like him?"

I stand next to him as he takes his books out of his book bag. I have to lean my head back to look up at him. He continues to talk. “Mom, he said he quit baseball to come back here and be with you."

My face heats. How do I explain this to my son? To me, it all feels quick, so I can just imagine how he must feel about this. Before I can figure out the right words, he looks at me. “Mom, he loves you. He gave up twenty-seven million dollars a year to be with you." He shrugs. "I mean, you should do what you want, but I think he deserves a chance." He frowns. "Unless he hurt you. I know you dated at one time. Did he hurt you?"

I shake my head, numb. “No, I broke it off with him." In disbelief, I say, “He did not give up twenty-seven million dollars."

Brock pulls out his phone, smiling as he types on it. He holds it up to my face. “Read it.”

I read the headline. “Ryker Kirby turns down twenty-seven million for 2025-2026 season." My stomach turns, and I give my son back his phone. "Uh, I'm going to go shower. Get your homework done and get ready for bed. I'll be there to tuck you in."

He moans. “Mom, I'm fifteen years old, uh, I don't need to be tucked in."

I ruffle his hair. “Humor me, son."

I almost get to the stairs when he calls out, “I love you, Mom."

My heart feels as if expands to three times its size. “I love you too, Brock."

I walk up to my bedroom, close the door, and sit on the side of my bed. I pull my phone out, and before I talk myself out of it, I call Ryker.

As soon as he answers, he starts talking. “I know I screwed up. I should have asked you first before I offered to take Brock and Ollie to do something."

Speechless, I take in what he just said. “You offered to take the boys out?"

He's quick to answer. “Yeah. Brock said since Ollie's mom remarried, the step-dad doesn't want Ollie around. I told him we could go hang out."

When I don't immediately say anything, he continues, “I just thought Brock sounded worried about his friend, and I thought I could help."

He pauses again. “Izzy, say something."

I put my hand over my heart. "You're a good man, Ryker Kirby."

He doesn’t say anything, and I clear my throat. “Are you giving up twenty-seven million dollars to be here... in Whiskey Run?"

His voice drops. “Make no mistake. I'm here in Whiskey Run for you. If you lived in Timbuktu, that's where I'd be."

“You can't do this, Ry."

"It's done, honey. I’m here."

I blow out a breath and change the subject. "Thank you for getting my van fixed."

"Anytime, sweetie. I know you are used to taking care of things, but I want to help. I want to be the one you call when you need something."

I clear my throat. “Uh, so, this weekend, Brock and I are going to get a Christmas tree. Do you want to go with us?"

I swear I can feel the emotion in his voice. “Yes. I would love to do that."

I try to keep cool, but I’m excited. “Great."

We talk a little more and then say goodnight.

I'm about to plug my phone up to charge when it rings. The caller ID makes me nauseous.

I push the answer button and am unable to hide the disdain in my voice. I’m sure by now he’s heard about Ryker being back in town, and I’m sure someone jumped at the chance to fill him in on the fact that the two of us have been spending time together. “What do you want, Allen?"

“You're embarrassing yourself and our son, Isabel."

I roll my eyes. “Is that it? Because I'm a little busy right now."

“Listen to me. You're being ridiculous⁠—"

I cut him off. “We're not married anymore, Allen. I don't have to listen to you."

“You're doing this to get back at me. Look, I broke it off with Lisa. I think we should get back together."

I gasp and can’t stop the laugh from bursting out of me. Has he lost his mind? "Allen. I'm glad you cheated on me. We should have ended our relationship a long time ago. We weren’t happy and⁠—”

“Don't say that," he demands.

I stomp my foot. “We will never get back together, Allen. It's not happening."


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