I swallowed hard, a sudden lump forming in my throat. “Thanks, I appreciate that.”
“There’s a lot of shit that happened in the past, Gunner. Maybe one day I’ll be able to explain it all. But I’ve never stopped caring or being proud of you.”
“It was hard to know that when you weren’t around. When I watched Mom struggle with basic necessities, or dating shitty men just for money, it made me angry towards you.”
“I imagine it would. But I sent your mother money. Please know I never stopped caring about you.”
“You did?”
“Of course I did.” Dad clapped his hand on my shoulder, the first time he’s ever made contact and hope flooded through me. “Let’s do dinner tomorrow evening at the diner.”
“Okay.” I said as my father walked away. I turned to grab the step stool and there was Raemina, her blue eyes darker under the dim bar lighting.
She opened her mouth but closed it again.
“I assume you heard our conversation. It’s okay. You can ask.”
“It’s none of my business. But it sure is nice having you around.”
My body went into overdrive. If I thought working on my relationship with my father was nerve-wracking, being around Raemina proved me wrong. Not being able to grab her face and kiss her damn near killed me.
“Thanks. I appreciate it.”
“You’re welcome.” She said softly, her voice low. Seductive almost.
There’s no way…
As she walked away, she brushed against me, her shoulder grazing along my bicep. Instantly, my cock responded and I let out a soft growl.
Raemina tossed me a smile over her shoulder as she sashayed away.
What I wouldn’t give to take her….right here…right now.
Fuck, I was in deep shit.
CHAPTER FOUR
Raemina
It wastime to declare it.
I had a massive crush on my boss’s son.
Every shift I worked, my eyes sought him out. Was he in? What was he doing?
It was a fucking huge damn distraction I didn’t have time for.
“Fuck!” I yelled as I stumbled into my apartment after another disastrous day. This shit was really throwing me off my game.
Trish popped her head out from the kitchen. “Another bad day?”
“How’d you guess?” I dropped my bag to the floor, and it landed with a loudthud.
Trish’s eyes widened. “I’ll grab the wine.”
“Why? Why do I have to have a massive crush?” I threw my hands in the air and stomped to the living room. “He’s everywhere, T! I can’t concentrate!” Plopping down on the couch, I curled into a ball, tucking my knees to my chest and wrapping my arms around them.
“Damn girl.” Trish said as she sat down next to me with an open bottle of wine and two glasses. She set the stemless wine glasses on the coffee table and poured us each a half a glass. She handed me mine and picked up her own before taking a sip. “You’ve got it bad, huh?”
