“I was thinking about a pretty pink unicorn with a brown furry mane and a giant horn rising up covered in cotton candy,” she says trying to hold onto the laughter that’s threatening to bubble out.
“You want me to turn my dick into a unicorn horn?” I fake growl.
“A very dangerous looking one,” she says and gives up the fight throwing her head back to cackle.
I growl and bury my face in the side of her neck, biting her playfully, as I hold her close. This makes her laugh harder, and a feeling moves through me that can only be described as joy.Jesus.This woman has no idea what she’s in for. Every single minute I spend with her, I’m more convinced of two things. One, I was a fool with my head stuck in my ass the morning I kicked Beau out of my bed. Two—which is the most important one—when I get her back in my bed, she’s going to know that she belongs to me. She will be mine for the rest of her life and I will be hers.
I’m finally understanding what Dad meant when he said that once he got a taste of my mom nothing else mattered. He’s right. My future is wrapped up in Beau and my son and whatever children we have. I know it down deep inside of me. Down in my skin and in my bones. Beau Harper is my future.
Chapter 11
Beau
“Word isyou and BB looked pretty damn tight out at Remi’s.”
“That was a week ago. Shouldn’t that be old news by now?” I huff, trying my best to enjoy my sandwich and ignore Callum.
“He’s been here almost every day for lunch, Beau.”
“Can I ask when that became your business, Cal?”
“Beau.”
I frown, putting my sandwich down. My lunch is ruined now anyway. “I like him. We’re … friends,” I admit.
I’m lying through my teeth. I’m getting addicted to spending time with Hunter. We have lunch together every day. He doesn’t ask, he just shows up or calls and asks what I’m doing. I don’t tell him I’m busy. I don’t even ask him not to call.Damn it.I want to hear from him. He’s also been calling me every night. I should put a stop to it, I guess.
I don’t.
That love I felt for Hunter that first night keeps rearing its head and I get weak. I’m trying to remember the way he was the next morning, but honest to God, that’s getting harder and harder to do.
“Friends? Jesus, Beau.”
“What?” I ask, sounding defensive as hell. “We are! He’s coming over in a bit with Ty and Slider.”
“Christ. You told him about the baseball player? Don’t you think that’s going to tick off a customer?”
“No, I don’t, Cal,” I snap. “Because I’m not stupid. I told Parker that Gordo’s son and a friend were heavy into baseball, and it’d make their day to meet him. I asked if it would be okay, and he agreed easily.”
“Gordo’s goin’ to be pissed he’s not here,” he mutters. I finally take an easy breath—glad he’s letting this go. I’m confused enough. I don’t want to dissect it—especially with Callum.He knows me too well.
“He needs to kick Mary Ann to the curb once and for all. She’s got a new man, supposedly. There’s no way Gordo should have agreed to drive her to Knoxville to the doctor,” I complain. “He’s too good of a man to jump whenever she hollers at him—and she hollers constantly.
“He still loves her,” Callum says, sounding disgusted, as he should. None of us can figure out why Gordo can’t see that his ex is just using him for whatever she can get.
“I think it’s more than that,” I say with a mournful sigh. “He wants to put Slider’s home back together so he can have more time with his son.”
“Well, fuck,” Callum says.
“Yeah,” I silently agree with the unspoken portion of what Callum meant. Meaning that no matter what shit Mary Ann has Gordo shovel, he’ll take it if it means he gets more time with his boy.
“What time is the fancy-pants baseball player supposed to be here?”
“He texted me earlier. Said he should be at the garage around two. Hunter is bringing the boys about twenty minutes before that.”
“I’ll get Billy to take some pictures and maybe a video. He’s always on his phone anyway,” Callum suggests.
“I’m sure Gordo would appreciate it. Plus, I bet the boys would like to have a picture with the rookie of the year.”
