“It could have just been guilt,” I suggested.
“Mom never felt that emotion a day in her life.”
He would know.
Therefore, I didn’t say anything.
He sat back in his seat but kept hold of my hands, resting them on the table.“I never met this guy.Aunt Elaine said I should look for him.But he means nothing to me.He offered up some cells and DNA while fucking a married woman.Maybe he’s a good guy.Maybe he knows about me and wonders about me.I doubt it.He was just a good time for Mom, and then he was history.”
“I don’t have to tell you, that’s one hundred percent your call, and I’ll support you whatever way you play it.”
He squeezed my hands.“Thank you, baby.”
“I’ve been worried about this story,” I confessed.“I sensed it was there.But I’m glad you told me.”
He studied me a beat before he replied, “Mabel, this is what makes me.I got her in me, and I don’t know who he is.”
“So?”
He did one of his slow blinks.
I smiled and hoped it didn’t come off shaky (success!).“As far as I’m concerned, they made you really easy to look at.And for that, I thank them.Other than that, my guy is Jonathan Walter Hutchison’s son.And I want to know more about your dad, but I already know thatwayworks for me.”
He let my hands go so he could hook me behind my head and pull me across the table to him.
It was a hard kiss.
It was a long kiss.
It was a closed-mouth kiss.
And it said everything he needed to tell me.
Then, when it was done, he let me go, whistled and put our breakfast plates on the floor.
Tonks and Hannibal fell on them like they were perfectly grilled, rare, sixty-four-ounce prime ribs.
“Hey!”I cried.“You gave my food to the dogs!”
“It’s cold and my woman isn’t gonna eat cold food,” Hutch said, heading to the fridge for the eggs.
Well then.
Okay.
I grabbed my coffee and brought my other heel up to the chair so I could watch my guy cook.
“You wanna know something?”he asked while cracking eggs.
“Is it about you?”
He looked over his shoulder at me.“Yeah.”
“Then I want to know everything.”
He smiled, and it was soft and sweet.
Yeesh.
