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“I believe I’ve made it abundantly clear I don’t see you as a kid at all, least of all mine.”
Her lips curve up at the reminder, but she’s distracted looking around my bedroom and doesn’t blush the way she probably would have otherwise. “Hell, Iammy mom’s kid and she doesn’t even care that much.” Seeming to remember she needs to text Tracey and let her know she won’t be home, she reaches into her purse and draws out her phone. “You don’t happen to have an extra charge cord, do you? I left in a hurry and forgot to bring mine.”
I nod and walk over to my nightstand drawer. “Of course, we always have a few extra ones around somewhere.” I open the drawer, pushing aside the stash of condoms that shouldn’t make me think of her, and draw out the cord.
When I turn to walk it back to her, she’s standing right there, her gaze flitting from her phone screen to the open drawer. Her eyes widen at the sight of the condoms and she looks up at me, startled.
I push the drawer closed without explanation and hand her the charger.
“Thanks,” she murmurs shyly, unwinding it so she can plug it in by the bed. “Do you have a lot of overnight guests?”
I know she wouldn’t have likely asked if she hadn’t seen the condom stash. “No, I never bring women around the house unless it’s serious, and it’s never serious.”
“That’s true,” she murmurs. “You didn’t even bring us around when you were dating my mom.”
I shrug. “Wasn’t serious about her.”
She drops my gaze as she plugs the charger into her phone. “Just wasting her time, huh?”
“I don’t think I wasted it. I’m pretty sure she was well-compensated for the time she spent with me.”
Kennedy smirks. “That makes her sound like a hooker.”
“How are things between you two?” I ask seriously.
Before Tracey and I officially called it quits, it seemed like their relationship had taken a pretty big hit. My fault. I should have had more self-control, but when I saw Kennedy standing there in nothing but a bath towel, all bets were off. I had to know how she tasted, had to hear her moans of pleasure as she writhed beneath my ministrations and clawed at the sheets on her mother’s bed.
Just thinking about that night causes my cock to stir, so I try to shift my thoughts elsewhere.
What was I talking about again?
Ah, right. The mess I made of her life.
I’m not sorry I did it, but I am sorry it made Kennedy’s life harder.
As if unbothered by it, she says glibly, “Same old, same old.”
“No, I mean it.” I wait for her to meet my gaze so she can see I’m serious. “It seemed like things were bad over the summer.”
“Hooking up with your mom’s boyfriend tends not to bring you closer together,” she states. “And it’s not like we were close to begin with.”
“I’m the one she should be mad at, not you.”
“She had enough anger for both of us,” she says, smiling faintly, but it’s nothing to smile about.
I knew Tracey was a shit mother—I was able to piece that together in the brief time I spent with her, despite her half-assed attempts to make it seem like she wasn’t—but I also know without a father in the picture, Kennedy doesn’t have anywhere else to go even if things get bad at home.
“I hate to have made things worse for you,” I tell her.
Shrugging it off, she says, “Don’t worry about it. I only have to put up with her for a few more months, then I’ll finally be done with high school and I can move out. I’d do it already, but I can’t manage a full-time work week and school on top of it, so…” She turns and glances toward the master bath. “Do you happen to have an extra toothbrush?”
I lean back against the wall. “What if I say no?”
“Then I’m using yours,” she threatens.
I crack a smile. “Of course I have extra toothbrushes.” I push off the wall and walk into the bathroom to get her one.
Kennedy follows me inside, looking around my master bathroom. I never have women in here, haven’t since Edie died. There’s something too intimate about sharing a space like this with just anyone.
