Kind of like how we feel right now because no one in our families is here to see us together.
“What was he like?” I say as I take a seat next to him.
“He was very businesslike,” Jenson says. “I told him I was interested in condos or possibly houses in the Philly area. He talked to me for about ten minutes about the different options and neighborhoods. Then I said I had to go, but he asked me to call him next week to set up coffee and then some viewings. He told me he’d take me around personally. I said I’d get back to him when I was ready.”
“Wow. Does he typically offer to meet people himself?”
“I’m sure.” Jenson clasps and unclasps his hands on his lap. “It’s just him and one assistant. The assistant was out to lunch so I lucked out. Or else I may have had the wrong person talking to me about real estate I’m never going to buy.”
I put my hand over his. “I’m proud of you. At least you got to hear his voice. It’s a good start.”
“He lives in a high-rise, and he’s one hundred percent single and living the good life. He sounds like he’s got his whole life in place,” Jenson says. “Who am I to go and screw that up?”
“He may want to know that he’s your father. He may not. I don’t know what I’d do.”
Jenson turns and puts his arms around me, and I hold him close to me. “He doesn’t know I exist. Imagine if I didn’t know about Kyle and Connor? I have to tell him. I’m just not sure what to say yet.”
“Keeping secrets is exhausting,” I say, picking at the comforter on the bed.
“Why do I get the feeling we’re not just talking about my situation?” Jenson asks.
I raise my eyes to look at him. “Part of me wants to tell our families soon. But we’ll have to wait until after Sheldon and Cara’s wedding; I couldn’t live with myself if I ruined their wedding because things got awkward.”
His expression relaxes into relief. “I’ve been feeling the same way. The thing is, when I decide to tell my mom about you and me, I’m not going to stop there. I’m also going to tell her I found Donald, and I don’t know if I can keep that secret from Dee.”
I look at him in surprise. “You’re thinking of telling Dee about Donald?”
“I wouldn’t ever do that without my mom’s permission,” he says, but his voice is strained with pain. “You remember how, the day I found the birth certificate, my mom asked me not to tell anyone who my biological father is? And I get it—she wanted to protect her marriage. But keeping the truth from Dee has made things incredibly awkward. He’s raised me the same as if I were his biological son, and I love him. But to pretend that Donald doesn’t exist is hard; I’m uncomfortable not telling my sons the truth, and the older they get, the more uncomfortable I feel.”
“I understand.”
His eyes look greener than ever and more intensely bright when he says, “Once we tell them about us, Olive, it’s not going to be easy at first. Your family’s amazing and welcoming, but some of them, not to mention the people in Liberty Falls, truly believe I’m related to you by blood. They’re going to feel like we’ve betrayed them, and we’re going to need to be strong no matter how hard they come at us.”
* * *
We check out of the hotel early the next morning to make sure we get to Jenson’s townhouse in Pittsburgh before the moving company does.
We run into traffic leaving Manhattan, but by the time we hit Pennsylvania, the roads are clear. Jenson tells me he’s mapped out the back roads to Pittsburgh.
“Cool.” I look over at him. “Who’s on the back roads?”
“Hopefully just you and me.” He winks. “I’m hoping that somewhere along the way, we can pull over and have a little fun. You want to?”
“How soon can you find a place?”
* * *
About an hour later, we pull onto a dirt road that leads us past pastures of cows and horses to fields of wheat and corn. Jenson pulls the truck off the road so we’re nearly hidden from view by the cornfields growing over the fence. Not a soul is around, and he looks over at me and grins.
Jenson moves over to the passenger seat, and I climb on top of him and look into his green eyes. He’s got my skirt hiked up and has unhooked my bra before I hardly know what’s happened. Then his hands are underneath my skirt, and I start working his pants down past his hips. He puts on a condom and then pulls my underwear to the side just before I sink down on him abruptly, bringing him all the way inside me immediately.
He jerks in surprise, and grips my hips as I start riding him.
“Olive.” His voice is heavy with lust. “Come for me. I want to feel you come for me.”
My orgasm hits me so fast I clutch Jenson’s biceps to keep from sliding off him. He thrusts up into me hard a few more times and then follows me over the edge.
“It will always be you and me, Olivia,” he murmurs as I lean my cheek on his. “Forever.”
