“I’ll think about it, Dylan.”
His eyes light up.“That’s not a no.”
Before I can tell him that’s not exactly a yes either, his phone chimes with a notification.He glances at the screen, then lifts his head.“I gotta go.A new tournament is starting in two minutes.”He looks over at Maddox.“Don’t forget to try the bread.”
And just like that, he disappears down the hallway, his door clicking shut behind him.
I toss my phone onto the couch and stalk toward the front door.Swinging it open, I step aside, allowing Maddox room to exit my apartment.
“You need to go.Now.”
He shoves his hands into his pockets and brushes past me.Stepping into the hallway, he turns to face me.“It’s just a few lessons, Amelia.”
“You had no right to offer that without talking to me first.”
Maddox leans against the side of the door, appearing annoyingly calm.“Let me teach him.”
“No.”I cross my arms over my chest.
“The kid wants to learn, and you know damn well there is no one better equipped to teach him.”
That’s true.He’s the one who taught me how to ride.But I’m not about to admit that.
“This doesn’t have to be about us, Amelia.”
I press my fingers to my temples.“You don’t get it!This is exactly what I’m talking about.I don’t need you swooping in, making promises to my son.”I pull my hands away from my face, frustration clawing at me.He’s put me in an impossible situation because now if I say no, I’m the bad guy, and I’m so fucking tired of being the bad guy when it comes to Dylan.
But solo parenting doesn’t leave much of a choice, does it?
“I’ll think about it,” I mutter.
He grins, a cocky grin working its way across his very kissable lips.
“Don’t look at me like that,” I hiss.“I didn’t say yes.”
He inches forward, that grin of his widening.“That’s not a no.”
“It’s cuter when my son says it,” I mumble, splaying my hand against his chest.“Get out of here.”
“What about my bread?”
“Get your own damn bread.”
He laughs, the sound rumbling through me.Then he leans even closer, and his eyes darken slightly.“Fine.How about a kiss goodnight?”
My heart hammers behind my ribs, and stupidly I glance at his lips.
The man does not play fair.
But I don’t allow myself to give in to the temptation.
Instead, I shove him into the hallway and slam the door in his face.
Take that, cowboy.
ChapterSixteen
Maddox
