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“Because when you have sex, it’s obvious.”
“It is not!”
“You’d be grinning and walking into walls all day, so I’m betting something did happen but maybe not all the way. You only look sort of loopy.”
“I’m done talking to you.” I ducked my head and forked eggs into my mouth. He could continue with his nonsense. My lips were sealed. Had my hands been sealed to each other I wouldn’t have removed my pants and jerked off in front of Griff.
“About last night—”
“No longer up for discussion,” I said.
“Not who you went off with. I’ll know sooner or later. I’m talking about you bringing up my dad. You get why I was upset, don’t you? What were you bringing him up for anyway? I don’t want to have anything to do with that man.”
I put down my fork and used a paper towel to wipe my lips. “We won’t agree on this one. I think he might want to reconcile, and that’s commendable. You know someone can be a shitty person, but a good father.”
“Well, where has mine been all my life?”
“In prison. I’m positive he would have been there for you if he could have been, but with you refusing to take the step… Tell me, Jay. What if he showed up right now? Wouldn’t you want to meet him?”
“Maybe to tell him to fuck off and not bother me again.”
I sighed. He sounded so bitter. How could I blame him, though? He had a right to feel abandoned by his father. His feelings were valid no matter how much I would like the two to reunite.
I’m sorry, Griff. I tried.
“I’ll start digging to find my father today,” I said.
“If there’s anything I can do to help, let me know.”
“Thanks.” He was the best friend I could have ever asked for.
“Just be careful. I don’t want you getting hurt.”
The doorbell chimed. I raised an eyebrow. “You expecting a visitor?”
“Nope. You?”
I shook my head and rose to my feet.
“Nah, I’ll get it.”
“You’re the best.”
I stole one more muffin when he was gone and ravished it. Probably not the best idea. I felt so stuffed I could hardly move. He’d barely touched his plate. He must be more upset about me bringing up his father than he’d let on.
“Uh, Scott.” Jay entered the kitchen with a grin that promised trouble. “I think this is for you.”
He handed me a small polybag without any name or stamp. “Who gave it to you?”
He shrugged. “The person left it on the doorstep. Didn’t see who it was.”
“Then how do you know it’s mine?”
“Look inside and you’ll see.”
I don’t want to.
“Come on, Scott. You’ll like what’s inside.”
