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She smiles and a small laugh escapes her plump lips. “I hope so.” Her eyes focus on her wineglass for a moment before she lifts them to me. “They stole my name.”
“They named it February?” That’s fucking weird.
“No, Ethan. Drake and I had discussed having kids. Well, I discussed it. He had no interest.” She shakes her head. “I told him that was my favorite name for a boy and they stole it.” She stares at her lap. “It feels like a slap to the face.”
I get up and move beside her, kneeling down and resting my hand on her leg. Definitely not a good idea because she needs comfort right now and suddenly my dick twitches as I touch her soft skin.
Get it together, you horny teenager.
“First of all, no one, and I mean absolutely fucking no one will ever slap that gorgeous face of yours. Not metaphorically orphysically, as long as I’m around.” I grin at her and she gives a small smirk. “I’m a badass in disguise, learned it from my dad,” I whisper.
This time she giggles. “I can tell from the prom king picture.”
She may not believe it, but my dad was a real badass and that blood runs through me. He didn’t take shit from anyone and it gained him respect. I was taught to do the same, and I have my entire life. I’m a nice guy, but push me, and that other side of me easily appears.
“Second,” I continue, “them stealing the name you love is fucked up, but I believe everything happens for a reason. Like, I knew a guy named Ethan, and he was a douchebag who was still living off his parents when he was thirty-five. You don’t want a kid named Ethan when the possibility of him turning out like that is pretty damn high.” I squeeze her leg as I smile up at her.
She laughs, shaking her head. “Do you always come up with ridiculous stories to try to help people?”
I grab my chest, acting offended, with my mouth agape. “The stories I tell are all based on real-life events.”
Her eyes soften as she searches my face. “Thank you, Harrison. Somehow, that absurd story helped.”
I toss her a wink and stand up. “Everything will work out, February. You’ll see.”
“You always seem so sure of things.”
I refill her wine and walk into the kitchen. “Not always.”
“It comes off like you are.”
I’m sure of most things in life, except for the woman sitting at my table. The same woman that I tried to kiss and rejected me. The same woman that I have very dirty thoughts about. I’m completely uncertain about her. She gives mixed signals, like she’s playing Red Light, Green Light. I stop and go, stop and go. It’s confusing as hell.
What’s not confusing is how I feel. I want February Frost as much as I want my next breath. Which means I’m going to need to let her in a little more if I want her to let me in.
“Would you like to sit outside?”
“I’d like that.”
She follows me out the sliding glass door into the backyard. My parents liked to entertain, and this yard is evidence of that. The large in-ground pool, with a slide and hot tub. The large outdoor kitchen with concrete counters and stools so people can sit and eat. And, of course, the huge outdoor bar area. Large neon signs, a fully stocked bar, and enough seating around the bar to accommodate all their friends. There’s even a small stage where karaoke or live bands would play. It’s the first stage I played on when I got enough balls to sing in front of people.
It’s a yard I’d build if I ever sold this place.
“Wow, this is amazing,” she says, spinning around to take it all in.
“Thanks.” I lead her to the bar and she sits down on one of the stools. “I’ll be right back.”
I rush inside and race upstairs to grab my guitar. I’ve been itching for someone to hear me play. It’s been a while.
I step outside, and she’s behind the bar, checking it out. When she notices me, she jumps a bit. “Sorry, I was just looking.”
I chuckle as I run my hand through my hair. “Don’t apologize, you’re allowed to check anything out you want.” I move close to her ear and whisper, “As long as you aren’t trying to spy again.”
I can see the blush creep up her neck as I step back and it gives me a bit of confidence, knowing I do affect her in some way.
“Are you gonna play me something?”
“Yep.”
