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He needed to fix it.
Livy glared at him as she stomped to the old little computer and angrily typed, sending him periodic dirty looks. The guy shifted uncomfortably as he flicked his gaze between them. Had he interrupted something? Why were they being so weird?
“Just take a seat. Someone will be in to help you in a moment.” Livy smiled sweetly up at him, and the guy nodded before clearing his throat.
Reaching across the counter for a pen, Jett shifted on his seat as he watched the guy scribble something down on a piece of paper. Livy’s face flushed bright red as she tucked her hair behind her ears again.
“Call me anytime,” he said quietly, and her lips twisted into a hidden grin.
“I will. Thanks.” She slid the paper into her pocket and he shot her a wink as he made his way to the lobby area and sat down. Jett’s eyes were narrowed as Livy turned toward him, her smile immediately falling. Lifting her finger, she pointed at the door behind him. “Back office. Now.”
Sighing, he pushed to his feet and trudged forward, feeling her glare stabbing him in the back. As soon as they were inside, she slammed the door as he turned toward her.
“What the hell was that?” she snapped, throwing her hand out.
“What? I was just making sure he wasn’t harassing you.”
“The only person harassing anyone was you!” she scolded, folding her arms over her chest. It would be comical to see this tiny woman scolding him, but as small as she was, she could hold her own, probably more than most of the guys. “You were being an even bigger dick than usual.”
“Thanks,” he said dryly. She let out a long sigh.
“What’s going on?”
“Nothing. Just slept like shit last night.” Her eyes narrowed.
“You were weirdly happy all last week, and now you’re weirdly miserable. Who is she?”
“What?” He blinked at her. Was he that easy to read?
“The girl. Who is she? God, you’re not back with Mandy, are you?”
“Fuck no,” he scoffed.
“Good. Then who?—”
“No one,” he said, even though it tasted like ash. Abbie wasn’t no one, she was someone. She was everything. But how did he go about explaining this whole messy situation to someone?
Livy stared at him patiently, waiting for him to make a decision. He shouldn’t tell her anything. He should keep it to himself. But she was around Abbie’s age and she was always on her phone, always on social media. Maybe she could find Abbie for him.
But was that crossing a line? Would that freak her out?
Sighing, he ran his hand over his hair. “Her name’s Abbie,” he started. And it was like once he began, he couldn’t stop. He told Livy everything, from how they met, to their amazing day on Saturday, to how he hadn’t heard from her since. She listened, making sympathetic sounds as she nodded.
“And you’re sure everything was okay when you parted ways?” she asked, and he nodded, staring down at the old linoleum tiled floor. “Then maybe there was some emergency, and she hasn’t had time to get back to you.”
Maybe, but something told him that wasn’t it.
“Or she could’ve gotten sick.”
Yeah, maybe. But any excuse wasn’t a good enough one. If she had a problem, he wanted to be the one she came to to help solve it. If she was sick, he wanted to nurse her back to health. If she had an emergency, he wanted to be there with her through it.
But this shutting him out bullshit? He didn’t like it. He hated it.
He knew he didn’t really have any claim over her, couldn’t make her talk to him or be in his life, but maybe that should change.
She clearly didn’t think he was all in, and maybe before Saturday, he hadn’t been. He’d still be reserved, waiting for the other shoe to drop, or waiting for her to find someone better than him. But maybe he needed to put his insecurities aside and claim that girl as his own because not talking to her was killing him.
She wanted a Daddy, so maybe it was time for him to be her Daddy.
