“Time’s a tickin’, bub.”
I scowled. “He said I needed to talk to your dad.”
“What?” she breathed out. “About… us?”
“Yeah.”
“Shit, really?” she squeaked. “He knows?”
“Yeah, Teagan, he knows.”
She swallowed, tears now flowing freely down her cheeks. “So, you’re breaking up with me?”
“What?” I scowled. “Why the fuck would you think that?”
“Oh, I don’t know, maybe because your president tells you to make it official, and you ghost me. What would you think?” She sniffed. “I get it. My dad’s scary. But I didn’t take you for a coward.”
“Jesus, baby, I’m not breaking up with you.” I slid a hand to her neck and tugged her toward me. “Do you wanna break it off with me?”
“I don’t know yet.”
I dropped my forehead to hers before kissing her gently. “I’m sorry I’ve been shitty.”
“That’s not good enough.”
“I know.”
“So, what are you going to do about it?” she challenged.
“I haven’t worked that out yet.”
“How about you reach out when you do?”
“Fuck me, Teagan, you wanna give me a minute to figure things out?”
“Fuck me, Cash, you wanna grow a pair and stop being a pussy?”
I couldn’t stop a grin. “There isn’t a man alive who would talk to me like that.”
“Yeah, well, there isn’t a man alive who’s sucked your cock.” She frowned. “Is there?”
“There is not.”
“Okay, then talk to my dad.”
“You want that?” I asked.
“Only if you mean it.”
“I love you, Turtle. I mean it.”
“Well, I love you too, dickhead, so you need to figure it out.”
I kissed her, pulling her close again. “I’m sorry I shut you out.”
“Do better, Cash. I’m serious.”
“I will,” I promised. “And I’ll find a time to talk to your dad this week.”
