Like the good times. Man, there were so many good times.
“I agree.” Taking my coffee, I groan at how good it tastes because she made it.
My dick swells at the thought of taking her on the kitchen counter while she brews her cup of coffee, but I’m the one who made these new rules, and I want to prove to her that our connection isn’t just physical. It’s so much more than that.
“Like the time you swiped Brew’s truck for a few days without telling him and he thought it had been stolen,” she laughs.
I laugh too. “Man, I haven’t thought about that in years. He was so proud of that piece of shit. He’d saved up all summer just to impress some girl.”
“I never thought Brew would be loved up in a million years.”
“You’re tellin’ me.”
“Erica is good for him,” she says. “He’s a family man now.”
“Well, he always did want kids.”
“What about you, has your stance changed on that?”
I glance up. Here we are, sharing coffee and casually talking about kids. What kind of twilight zone is this?
“Nope. I mean, just look around, the world is pretty fucked up.”
“Tell me about it,” she agrees. “Some of the shit I see makes me scared as an adult, much less having a child out in the world.”
I swallow down the secret I’m keeping. She has plenty to be scared about if that letter is actually legit. But I’m not gonna let that happen. Not on my watch.
“So you still don’t want kids?”
She shrugs. “I haven’t thought about it too much, but I kinda like my childless life if I’m being honest. Not that you can say that out loud without people getting mad at you.”
“Tell me about it, my mom is always hintin’ about settlin’ down. Thank god Erica is pregnant so she’s got a diversion, otherwise, me and Logan would never hear the end of it,” I grunt.
Willow takes a sip, smiling to herself. “How is your mom?”
I sigh. “The same.”
“Ball busting and swearing like a trooper?”
“Nailed it.”
She laughs, clutching her mug with both hands. “She was always nice to me.”
That she was. My mom loved Willow, and coming from her, that was something. Mom doesn’t really like too many people.
“Of course she was, she adored you.”
“I guess we kinda just understood one another, which was weird in itself because we’re nothing alike.”
“I don’t know,” I say. “You’re both good at ball bustin’.”
“Ha-ha.” She checks the time on her phone and says, “I’ve gotta get ready, heading into the office this morning to debrief.”
“I call shotgun. Gotta quickly use the gym downstairs, and if we can stop at my place so I can check on Crunch, that’d be great.”
She frowns, and I know she’s about to chastise me about using her facilities when I don’t even live here, then she picks up on the last part. “Crunch? When did you get a dog?”
I run a hand through my hair. “I didn’t. Crunch is a rabbit.”
