I’d missed the last couple of therapy sessions with everything being so up in the air, but I was determined to make it to tonight’s session. Michael knew to expect me, so I couldn’t back out without wasting his time.
“Okay, this looks good. You dropped a couple of marks here, mostly because you didn’t show how you worked it out, but otherwise you did great.”
I jump at Capone’s voice, having drifted off as he marked my practice paper.
“Really?”
“Really. You picked it up fast once you understood the basics.”
“I wish I had picked up math as easily as I did science.”
He chuckles, handing the papers back to me. “It will click eventually.”
“I was fine until they started mixing letters in with the numbers. Like what the fuck is this horseshit?”
He outright laughs at that, closing the laptop before leaning back in his seat. Today, Capone was on tutor duty until this afternoon, when he’d collect Star from school so Con could drive me to my appointment.
“Thanks for all this. I really appreciate it. Even more so, knowing you’re giving up your day off for me and Star.”
“Yes, it’s such a hardship spending my day with two beautiful ladies.”
I flush. Even though I’m not scared of him anymore, I still struggle a little with the teasing. Thankfully, he never crosses the line. None of them do.
“Do you want me to make you something to eat?”
He glances down at his watch. “How much time do you have before Con picks you up?”
I look at my own watch before answering. “I have a little under two hours. He’s taking me to run some errands first. Why?”
“Let me take you out to eat.”
I must look at him like a deer caught in the headlights of oncoming traffic because he starts laughing.
“Never play poker, Citi. You’d be broke in two hands.”
I roll my eyes at him as I finish packing my things away.
“So…there is a waitress at the diner.”
“Um…okay, that’s kinda how a diner works though, right?”
“Oh, you got jokes?”
I grin, turning back to face him, crossing my arms over my chest. “Okay, tell me about this waitress.”
“She’s pretty.”
“I figured.”
“She has these curves that go on for days, thick, dark hair that reminds me of that hot chocolate shit you like to drink.”
I bite my lip to stop myself from laughing at how adorable he is. I mean, can bikers be adorable? Apparently, Capone can.
“She’s shy, though, like she can barely get her words out when she takes my order. She wears these cute little glasses on her nose that always slip down, and I have the strangest urge to slide them up her face.
“Well, well, well, Mr. Capone has a crush.”
“I do not have a crush. I’m curious, that’s all.”
