Another shrug. “Dunno.”
Apparently, that shrug was the indicator of a lie, because Kale laughed. Far too loud and at my expense. “Oh, I see what’s happening here. Seems someone actually is still in the possession of his dick.”
“Don’t.” The warning came out hard. Nothing playful about it.
He knew better.
He shook his head. “That bitch sure as hell did a number on you, didn’t she? You think it’s a good thing for Frankie to grow up with you hating every woman who crosses your path? That shit’s not healthy, man. You need to figure out your issues before you mess up your daughter’s head with that chip you love to wear on your shoulder.”
Yeah. That stung. My hand clenched around my beer bottle. “You’re really going to sit over there and tell me I’m raising my kid wrong?”
He scowled. “Isn’t that what friends are for? To call you out when you aren’t seeing straight? Because it’s time you realized your vision is completely skewed. It’s been three years. And fuck, man, you know you’re a great dad, but don’t sit over there and act like there’s not something missing.”
He rocked back in his chair, arms going across his chest, like he was offering up a dare. “When’s the last time you got laid?”
Ollie took that opportune time to show up at our table with a fresh round of drinks. He placed the rocks glass down in front of Kale before he slid an icy bottle my direction.
Ollie forced a smile, dude wearing his own special kind of veneer, shoving all the bullshit down, locked up and contained. “Pretty sure this one’s cock has shriveled up and died. It’s a sad, sad state of affairs.”
My brow rose. “Thanks, man,” I said, totally dry.
“Hey, just keeping it real,” he said, giving me a clap to the back.
Taking a swig of my beer, I shook my head. “Why don’t you keep it ‘real’ with someone else?”
A smirk pulled beneath his beard. “Now, what would be the fun in that?”
Kale leaned forward. “Seriously, man. Think about what you’re doing. The vibe you’re feeding and how that affects not just Frankie but you, too. You can sit there and pretend all you want, but I know you’re lonely.”
I swallowed around the lump, doing my best not to look Rynna’s direction.
Call me a failure.
Because my gaze was slanting that way, drinking her in.
Fuck, I was a fool.
The way I welcomed the bolt of need that slammed me.
It was so goddamned wrong. But this unwanted feeling bubbled up inside me, latching on to the sight of her laughing from across the room. The way her chin lifted and her mouth curved. Something so free.
A quality that didn’t belong to me.
In discomfort, I looked back at Kale. “Believe me. Frankie’s the only girl I need.”
My everything.
The one I lived for.
The one I’d gladly die for.
And I’d never give anyone the chance to threaten that.
7
Rynna
“Who do you keep looking at?” Nikki swiveled on her stool, straining to look behind her. Muted light cast a shimmery drape of warmth over the bar, tossing it with shadows and mystery.
