“And that’s what you’re doin’ here?” She shakes her head no before she sighs.
“I just wanted to see how you were.” She’s never cared before. Why now? I want to ask her, but I also don’t care. She walked away from me when Christian was little and never looked back until now. That has to mean something.
“I’m good, as you can tell. Got my brothers as always. You know the ones that don’t leave me,” I tell her. I want to pick a fight with her. I want her to leave, but there’s another part of me that wants her to stay.
“I don’t know how many times I can say sorry, Tide. Just forget it,” she says as she shoves to her feet and starts for the door. I stand quickly, grabbing her waist and spinning her to face me.
“What the hell is this, Beth?”
“It’s me trying, Tide.”
“Don’t you think it’s a little late for that?”
“No. I don’t think so.”
“Tell me what you want and let’s finish this shit,” I tell her. I’m in no mood to deal with drama. I just got out, and I want to relax.
“I want you.”
Fuck me.
Chapter 4
Mylah
“Come on, boy,” I call out to the little dog that I currently have in the yard to train. He comes running and sits at my feet just like I trained him to do. Dog trainer. That was never a thing on my list of things to be when I grew up, but here I am. I love animals, and I love teaching them new things. I also train protection dogs, which is a huge thing for me. It’s what keeps me in business.
“How’d you do that?” I look over when I hear his voice.
“What are you doing here?”
“Heard this was the best place for a dog,” Tide tells me.
“You don’t want a dog.”
“I do. I have for a while now. Just been a little busy.”
“Dogs need people full-time. Not people that are in prison for months at a time.”
“I don’t plan on goin’ back any time soon.”
I nod my head, knowing that’s probably a lie. Just one more reason I can’t get involved with him.
“What kind of dog are you wanting?”
“Protection trained,” he says.
“Which breed?”
“What do you suggest?”
“I have Rottweilers, Pit Bulls, and German Shepherds. You name it, I can train it.”
“You think that highly of yourself?” Is that a dig at me? I sure as hell hope not. I’ve been doing this for ten years since I was seventeen. I know what I’m doing, and I’m damn good at it.
“Why shouldn’t I?”
“Didn’t say that,” he says as he steps closer to me. He cocks his head to the side as I whistle once, and my Pitbull, Riley, comes running. He sits at my feet and looks at Tide like a piece of meat.
