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“I gave it to her. Because she said it was for Bryony.”
He nodded. “But how can you know. Right?”
“Yeah.”
“How hard would it be to find her? To find the guy she’s living with?”
“Well, his name is Bill Smith. And he lives in Iowa.”
“She has to be somewhat close to Illinois, though, right? If she drove here?”
Tatum nodded. “She asked me today why I never had kids. As if I made a choice not to…like it would be too late now if I changed my mind.”
“It’s not too late.”
“I know. But.” Tatum shrugged and turned her attention to her food.
“You’ve been too busy mothering her to think about yourself.”
“So busy enabling her that I drive all the good people out of my life.” She looked him in the eye.
“Not going anywhere, Tatum,” he said softly. “Get used to it.”
“What if I told you I wanted a baby? With you?”
“I think you’re daring me. Pushing to see how much you can get away with.” He shook his head. “I want to make a baby with you, Tatum Pettit. Someday, you and I will have a house full of kids.”
“And what if the addiction thing is genetic? What if we have kids who end up strung out on drugs? What if we have a kid who’s an alcoholic?”
“What if we do?”
They finished their meals in a comfortable quiet. When their bowls were empty, Charlie stood to clear the table. Tatum stacked the plates, but when he reached for them, she took his hand.
“The ghosts are back, Charlie.”
His dick jumped back to attention when she stood and pulled her t-shirt over her head.
“Are you sure?”
“I need you to make them go away again.”
He nodded and reached for her hand, ready to take her to her bedroom. But she shook her head as she hooked her thumbs in her shorts and shoved them down over her hips.
“Here.”
“You wanna have hard, angry sex in the kitchen where my mother just fixed our dinner?” he asked her with a grin.
“Well, I want to start here.”
Charlie held his hands up out of her way when she unbuttoned his shorts.
“Sutton asked me if I was fucking you. She thinks you’re pretty hot.”
“Tatum.” He cupped her chin in his hand. “Make no mistake that every time I fuck you, I’m making love to you.”
“You don’t even know me, Charlie. What if I tried to trap you? By getting pregnant? What if I waited until you went to sleep and robbed—”
“Stop.” He pulled her against his chest and held her there, eyes locked with hers. “Just stop.”
