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She smiled briefly before putting her hands on either side of my face. When she leaned in to kiss me, I let her. I could feel her nervousness, like she was waiting for me to do something. Pull away? Take over? Something.

I opted for pull away. “We should get going. You have to get Lil’ Man soon, right?”

Removing herself from my lap, she nodded. “Sorry about that,” she commented, wiping her hand across the wet spot on my shirt.

“No biggie, it’ll dry.” I stood. “Take your time. I’ll be downstairs waiting.”

She looked like she wanted to say something, but didn’t. I turned and exited, forcing myself not to look back. Obstacles, setbacks, road bumps, whatever name applied, we seemed to have in endless supply. I knew last night’s reaction wasn’t about me, not directly, but that didn’t make it an easier pill to swallow.

How often was she in that situation of having to beg to not be hurt? As much as I would like to pretend that asshole wasn’t a part of her history, seeing her like that reminded me he was still very much a part of her present.

“That’s that same look from last night.”

I looked up from my spot on the couch to see her standing in front of me bag in hand.

I stood and went over to take the bag from her. “Ready?”

She nodded before moving past me, and headed to the garage.

“Do you want me to take you to pick him up or take you home?”

She pulled her phone from her purse and did a quick check of her messages. “Home. Dorian is already there with him.”

That was the last we spoke for the duration of the car ride. I’d glance over at her, but she kept her attention focused on the passing city as we drove. Her leg shook the entire time and she constantly twirled the ring around her finger.

“Do you want to come in?”

“Nah, I’mma let you spend some time with Lil’ Man. You know if I come in, it’d turn into bro time, and you’d get all sad for being left out.”

She gave a sad smile. “Right, how nice of you to not want to monopolize my son’s attention.”

“What can I say, I’m a thoughtful guy like that.”

I climbed out before grabbing her bag from the back seat. She stood by the passenger side door waiting.

She took her bag from me. “Do I still get a second date?”

I reached out to brush her bangs to the side then leaned forward and kissed her forehead.

“You can have all the dates you want.”

Ginger smiled and nodded then headed inside. I waited until she was safely in the house before getting back in my truck and driving away.

Chapter 41

Malcolm

I cussed under my breath when I spotted Macy’s car parked in my driveway. Not only was this a surprise visit, but she’d parked right in the middle, blocking the garage.

“Is your phone broken?” I asked as I climbed out of my truck.

“Nope. Why?”

“Because I don’t recall getting a call or text asking to come over.”

“Oh, I thought I had the same open invitation you appear to have at my house. At least I came at a decent hour.”

“Whateva.” I stepped forward, giving her a hug. “You don’t look green today.”

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