“Oh, the guy who wanted to call you Mommy in bed?” Chance asked, then gave Victor the once-over. “Looks about right.”
The old Chance was back.
The one from high school who didn’t give a shit about anyone. What he said or who he said it to.
Part of her had been missing that, as it was replaced with Chance the Dad.
She loved that guy.
He was awkwardly sweet and tender to his son, but so genuine it melted her heart.
This Chance was giving someone the once-over that wasn’t worth his time and walking into her apartment but then standing behind her. And he was sexy as all hell.
He was letting her handle it on her own but being next to her to jump in if needed.
Thank you, dating Gods, for finding her the man she’d wanted all along.
One to let her handle her own problems in life, but be supportive.
“You told him,” Victor said, his face red.
“Yep. But hey, your therapist knows and said it’s normal.”
There was squealing behind her. Maverick must have just noticed his father and come running.
“I think that’s your cue to leave,” Chance told Victor. “Because if I have to put my son down and deal with this man to man, you’re not going to like it.”
Victor looked at her, his lips scrunched up. “He’s welcome to you. You were a cold bitch in the bedroom anyway.”
Chance handed Maverick to her and took a step forward. “Did you just swear in front of my son and call my girlfriend a bad name?”
Victor took several steps back and put his hands up. “I’m leaving. She’s all yours.”
“Thanks, not that I need your permission or approval,” Chance said and shut the door in Victor’s face.
“Sorry about that. I thought it was you knocking. I wasn’t going to answer it when I saw who it was, but he called my name. He heard the noise in here.”
“What did he want?”
“You’re not mad he showed up at the door?”
“Did you call him?”
“No,” she said, her lip curling. “He’s been bugging me and I’ve been ignoring it.”
Maverick was reaching for him again, so she let him be taken into Chance’s arms while he processed her words. “Why didn’t you say anything to me?”
“Because it’s not a big deal. I haven’t replied. He mentioned I was dating someone and I didn’t know how he found out. He said that he had seen me kissing you one day. Your truck was parked in front of my garage. He saw Maverick and thought he was his son.”
“Is he stupid?”
“I more or less reminded him he bugged me for over a year after we split and he would have known if I was pregnant. And that I’m not the type of person to even do that.”
“So he wants you back or something?”
“You’re really not upset over this?”
“Did you think I’d be jealous ofhim?”
