Not to mention the money is four times better than on the force.
I should walk away.
Say goodbye.
Let her go...but I am not going to.
Caylee is still interested.Her attraction to me is on display in her eyes and the way she holds herself, flicking her hair over her shoulder.
I’m not hiding mine, either.
Still, she hasn’t forgiven me yet, so sex is completely off the table.
Although, sex on the table would be hot as fuck.
First, I need to work out if she’s single.
“Why did you come out with me tonight?Have you met someone?Looking for closure?”
The moment the words leave my mouth, I see my mistake.
“Do I have a replacement fuck buddy?”Caylee pushes her plate away.“Nice one, Jake.”
“That’s not what I was asking.”My appetite fades at the same time, because it kind of was.
I don’t do relationships, so have no experience in how to truly wine and dine a woman.
Caylee sighs, taking a sip of her drink, then meets my gaze across the table.“You never answered about your mom.”
“She’s not sick.”I confess.
“So, you’re a mommy’s boy.”
“Something like that.”
“You need to set boundaries.Any woman is going to be annoyed with that behavior.”
I nod.
I am very aware of that, and if it was that simple, I would’ve fixed it a long time ago.
It’s not.
I’m to blame as much as the other members in my family at the end of the day.If I’d stopped him...
Becca would still be alive.
Then my mother wouldn’t feel the need to ring me multiple times a week...broken, filled with her own guilt and yet seeking to blame me.
As she should.I was old enough...
“Jake, are you listening?”Caylee interrupts my dark thoughts.
“Yup.I know.She’s going through some stuff,” I say and hear the lie in my words.
“I’m sorry.”
Fuck.
