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My eyes flicked to the large sign sitting on the side of the building.
State Penitentiary.
Just the name gave me shivers. I never once in my life thought I would end up picking up a guy here. Let alone the father of my daughter and the man I was in love with.
I sighed, checking my phone again.
Sammy: He out yet?
Me: Do you see him anywhere?
Sammy: Geeze, girl. Just asking.
My cheeks burned.
Me: Sorry.
Cyrus: Ignore him. You can have as much attitude as you want.
Me: I love you guys.
Cyrus: We love you too, kiddo.
I stuffed my phone back into my pocket, ignoring the text coming into the group chat I had with the brothers. Cyrus and Sammy Butcher were twins and a few years older than both Jaron and me. They were his family and now they were automatically mine as well. They were good to me and my daughter. They didn’t have families of their own and at times I felt like I was taking them from having their own happiness, but they never complained. I often suggested they go out, have a good time, and not worry about me, but they shot those suggestions down rather quickly.
“Jaron asked us to look after both of you, so that’s what we’re doing,” Cyrus told me.
“Truth.” Sammy nodded. “Besides, I’m boycotting pussy at the moment anyway.”
I frowned. “What do you mean?”
He scowled but he never responded.
“It means that there’s a woman he wants but she doesn’t want him back,” Cyrus explained.
“She’s delaying the inevitable and I don’t know why.” Sammy shoved to his feet and stormed into the kitchen.
That conversation had been a few months ago and I hadn’t heard of this secret woman since, but whoever she was, she clearly got under Sammy’s skin. I couldn’t wait to meet her.
My phone dinged again, making me jump.
Cyrus: You got this.
I put my cell into my purse and threw the bag in the back seat of my car.
Waiting for Jaron was enough to drive me mad. My body vibrated, my heart raced, my thoughts ran a mile a minute. So many questions bounced around in my head.
Did he change at all?
Did he still look the same?
What if we no longer got along?
Was he still as grumpy or worse?
Did he still love me?
What if we couldn’t make this work and had to go our separate ways?
