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When he was younger, it was different. He was mine. We did things together and talked and he wanted to be around me, but now…
She’s gotten to him. My kid is the only hold anyone could ever have over me, and man, his mother knew how to use that. She pushed him around like a chess piece until he believed everything that came out of her mouth and that she was the victim in every situation, and I was the enemy. She could do no wrong, and I could do no right.
After a while, I just decided to be there for him. Eventually he’ll wise up, and we’ll get through this. He’ll see through her lies, and I just need to hang on. No matter the patience it’s going to take o
r the arguments in the meantime.
At least Jordan is pretty great. She’ll be a welcome buffer between us.
Even if I was knocked on my ass when I found out who she was.
I close my eyes, resting the back of my hand over my eyes and thinking back to that night.
I had fun hanging out with her at the movie theater. Her comebacks, her humor, how easy it was to talk to her…. The way she just relaxed next to me during the movie, and it was so fucking comfortable and natural.
The way her smile felt on me…
I wouldn’t have asked her out. She’s way too young, and I knew she had a boyfriend.
But it was hard not to entertain the idea for a little while. She’s cool.
And then when I found out who she was, I was almost angry.
I remember hearing her on that phone call and clenching my teeth so hard my jaw ached as realization hit. I was angry, because in that moment, I was jealous of my son. I was jealous of any guy who’s nineteen and gets a chance to be with her.
Her flawless skin and pert nose. Her gorgeous bottom lip that I think she caught me staring at.
The way she tipped her head back, put her feet up, and could just be next to me.
Everything felt easy.
But the girl of my dreams is off-limits. She’s Cole’s, and she’s nineteen. There’s no way.
She’s a kid, and my brief, sordid thoughts will stay hidden in my head.
My phone vibrates on the nightstand, and I reach over and grab it, looking at the screen.
And I groan. Not now.
But I swipe the green button anyway and close my eyes, holding the phone to my ear. “A little early for you, isn’t it?”
Lindsay, my ex, laughs softly, the sultry sound of her sexy voice well-honed by now. The woman is used to getting what she wants from anyone.
Almost anyone.
“Not when you haven’t been to bed,” she taunts.
I keep my snicker to myself. Some women who become young mothers later feel as if they’ve missed out on their youth by jumping into parenthood so early. Lindsay Kenmont, mother of my child, didn’t miss a damn thing. She didn’t let being nine months pregnant hold her back any more than she let Cole hold her back when he was a toddler.
“How is he?” she asks.
I throw off my covers and sit up, swinging my legs over the bed and yawning. “Warm, fed, and safe.” I rub my hand over my scalp. “That’s about all I know right now.” But then I add, “I’m surprised you’re okay with this, by the way.”
“So that’s why you offered to let them stay with you? Because you didn’t think it would actually happen?” she presses. “I’m fine with him staying with you. It’s about time you took on some responsibility with him.”
It’s about time I…Jesus. I laugh under my breath and shake my head, standing up. “You’re not how I like to start my day, Lin. You know that. Now what do you want?”
She’s quiet for a moment, and then I hear her smooth voice return to its teasing tone. “Oh, you know what I want.”
