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“I know I’m not a genius or whatever,” he said eventually. “But even I know banging your professor is a bad idea, Mia.”
“It’s not like that,” I told him. “It doesn’t have anything to do with his age or the fact that he’s my professor. In fact, it would all be so much easier if he wasn’t. We just…we spent time together. I got to know him on a human level and he’s amazing, Pat. He’s so amazing, and I kind of wonder what he’s doing with me sometimes because, how lucky could I be that he’d pick me?”
He barked out a laugh.
“You’re kidding me, right?” he asked. “He’s the one dating someone half his age, and with a beauty like you on top of it. Of course he’s down with it.”
Patrick’s face dulled, and his lips turned into a frown.
“He’s not…married—”
“No!” I yelped, putting up my hands to stop him right there. “No, he’s been divorced for a year.”
Patrick blew out a long breath of relief.
“He does have two kids, though,” I told him. “Eight and six.”
He lifted a brow again.
“You’ve dug yourself a hole, sis,” he said finally. “You know Mom and Dad will freak.”
I nodded.
“But you love him,” he murmured. “You positive about that?”
I nodded again.
“I told him that last night,” I admitted. “He said he loved me back, but that he’s scared to love someone like me. And I get it. Lord, I get it. There’s so many things that stand between us telling us that we can’t be together, but yet, every time I’m not with him, my heart beats, but it's empty. My chest hurts without him. I mean, I could go on. If things didn’t work out, I would be able to live, but would I want to? I’ll never find a man more perfect for me than him. He’s a writer, you know? He and I share so many passions—”
“Ugh, Mia, I don’t want to know about you sharing passions,” he groaned.
I whacked him on the shoulder, swaying in my swing.
“Not everything is about sex, Pat,” I told him.
He just grinned at me.
“So? He worth disjointing your family over?”
I shrugged.
“That depends. Am I just a fling for him, or are we for real? I’m not telling anyone anything about him until I have an answer to that.”
“But you said that he said he loves you too, right? You really think some forty-something is going to say the ‘L’ word just to get in your pants when you’ve already let him in your pants?”
“Dang it, Pat. Do you have to be so crude?”
He sent me a long look.
“Says the girl banging her professor.”
He had a point. I was a girl living in a glass house and throwing rocks.
“He’s more than just a professor,” I said. “Besides, I’m in my last semester. Three months and I’m done with college. After that, what else is there besides age? And I don’t think age is a big deal, anyway.”
“Uh, how about the fact that he has two kids? That’s kind of a big deal.”
“Well, not necessarily.”
