Page 139 of Protecting Love

“What’s going on?” he asked when he slid in across from her.

“This is a new look. Fancier than your FBI suits.”

He was back to no jacket. His gun on his ankle.

It was time to shed that old life.

It wasn’t him anymore.

He’d moved on and found that he was a happier person because of it.

“You didn’t summon me down here to talk about my wardrobe.”

“No,” Lorraine said. “I want to talk about Ian.”

“That’s my assumption. What happened last night?”

“He didn’t tell you?”

“No. He came home in a mood, went to his room and shut the door,” he said.

Lorraine shook her head. “It’s not like you to let that go. You never let it go with me.”

“And look where we are. So maybe I’m trying something new. He’ll talk to me when he’s ready.”

“I doubt that.”

“Meaning?”

“Meaning that he was rude and inconsiderate. He was snotty and insulted not just me but Zach several times.”

He blew out a breath. “What did he say?”

“Oh, now you want to know?”

“Lorraine. I don’t have time for your petty shit. Tell me your side of the story and I’ll get Ian’s and then deal with it.”

He was positive that his son’s version would be more truthful.

“He gave me crap for not being there for him. That I only ever call when I’m lonely, that now that Zach is on the road more, it’s the only reason I want to talk to him.”

“Is he wrong?” he asked. The server came over, but he shook his head. He wasn’t staying long.

Lorraine drained her glass. “I’ll have another. And yes, he’s wrong. My life is busier now.”

“So is his.”

“You’re allowing him to become a punk and it’s not a good look.”

“Says the woman who slept with multiple men behind my back,” he hissed.

Maybe if she had feelings for any of those guys it wouldn’t have been such a slap in the face.

But, nope. She wanted sex.

Sex that she didn’t want from him.

Said that she just wanted a man to want her and not demand so much from her.