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“Yes. I was just wondering if you wanted to come over for breakfast,” I suggested.
“I can’t believe you have food in your house.”
I chuckled. “Mom, you know me too well. I have coffee and tea. Might have some crackers too if I search.”
“It sounds like you should come here. I just pulled out a cinnamon bread out of the oven.”
“When did you have time to make bread?” I asked.
“Since I slept in the car, I wasn’t all that tired. I’ve been up for hours.”
“Of course, you have.” I should’ve thought of that, but I couldn’t really tell when she was sleeping or faking on that trip. I think it was a combination of both. Didn’t matter anymore. Damien wasn’t here so there was nothing fun for her to eavesdrop on anymore.Back to my all work and not play lifestyle. “Give me ten minutes to get dressed and then I’ll be right over.”
“Is Damien with you?” she asked.
She knew he was leaving to head home. But it was her subtle way of prying. “No, Mom. He should be on a plane and on his way home.”
“I’m sorry,” she said.
I wasn’t sure what she meant by that. “For what?” I asked.
“Even though he’s not someone I would pick for you, I know you really like him. He seemed smitten with you as well. Somehow, I thought he might change his mind and cancel his flight so he could spend his vacation with you.”
Yeah. That’s what happens in dreams. Not in reality.
“We’ll talk when he gets back. Right now, I just want to spend the day with you if that’s okay,” I said honestly.
“I’d love that. I’ll see you shortly.”
She ended the call, and I just sat there on the couch, my mind back on Damien. Mom was right, I wished he was here. But wishes didn’t do anything.
It’s weird. We were back in Canada, and everything should be back to normal. I feel anything but.
If he wanted to be here, he would be.
It was good that he’d left when he had. Otherwise, I might have forgotten why he was really here.
CHAPTER14
Damien
“Are you going to look at your phone the entire trip?” Draven asked.
“I’m working,” I replied.
He laughed. “Is that what they call it? Because you have those sad puppy eyes.”
I looked up from my phone and snapped, “If you’re comparing me to a dog, then I hope you have a parachute or have somehow learned how to fly because I'm tossing your ass out of this jet.”
“You’ve never heard that saying before?” he asked. I shook my head and he continued. “Me neither. It’s an old saying.”
“Maybe you have been spending too much time with mom. You’re starting to sound like her,” I grumbled.
“Not likely. Once a week like you is all I can handle before she starts on the grandkids shit. But don’t worry. I remind her that you’re older. You’ll get married first. Oh, also that you’ll probably be the one to have at least five kids,” he chuckled softly.The hell I am.Draven added, “Back to yoursad puppy dog eyes;I also hadn’t heard it until a few months ago. I was dating this girl who had this strange look on her face every once in a while. I asked what was wrong and she said they were her sad puppy dog eyes.”
“Great. Now you’re comparing me to a woman.” I didn’t even acknowledge his comment about me having a family. I’d crossed several dysfunctional ones over the course of years of doing this job. I didn’t want to be one of them.
“No. Yes. Well kind of. It’s the look she would get when I told her I wasn’t going to see her for a while. That's when I knew it was time to stop dating her. She was getting way too attached, and you know I don’t do commitments,” he grunted. “Those feel like a noose around my neck.”
