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“He hasn’t dated someone seriously since my mom,” she said. “I want him to be happy.”
“I know you do.” My spine unbent. “Just like you want me to be happy. Right?”
She blinked. “Oh, I see. You’re calling me Captain Butt-inski. Aren’t you?”
“If the captain’s hat fits…”
“Okay, okay, I’ll back off.”
“Tell me more about what it is about Raze that does it for you,” I said with a grin. “I’m really curious.”
“I think he’s hot.” She shrugged. “And I’m pretty sure it’s even more delicious because he’s forbidden. I want what I can’t have. I want the damn apple.”
“What apple?”
“You know, the apple. Garden of Eden. Temptation. Just knowing Raze is there, reminding me of a juicy, delicious apple…that looks good in a pair of jeans.”
“The age thing doesn’t bother you?” I asked. “Isn’t he like, the same age as your dad?”
“I don’t think of my dad as old,” she said. “And Raze is a few years younger than my dad.”
“How do you know?”
“I asked him.”
“Sly.” I chuckled.
“Right?”
“I admire you, Tavy.”
“You do? Why?”
“Because you’re fearless,” I said.
“Fearless? No. I’m not fearless. If I was fearless, I would go after Raze in spite of my dad standing in the way.”
“Okay. There is that. But for the most part? You’re fearless. How do you do it? How do you live your life that way?”
She paused a moment as she pondered, and then she said, “I guess I’m more afraid of living with regrets than the fear of not going after what I want. And it’s not being fearless. I think it’s about doing it in spite of the fear. Overcoming the fear. You know?”
“No, Tav.” I met her eyes. “I don’t.”
Chapter 25
When I told Brooklyn I was a heavy sleeper and the early morning delivery trucks wouldn’t bother me, I ended up cursing myself.
For the first time in forever, I actually heard the street traffic.
With a cracked eyelid, I looked at my cell phone. Just shy of 5:30 AM.
I kicked off the covers and sat up. I went to the bathroom and washed my face, threw my hair into a messy bun, and went down to the bakery.
The bakery smelled like fresh bread and sugar and there was already a short line of customers. Women in pencil skirts and men dressed in suits. They would be taking their coffees and pastries to go.
I got up to the counter.
Jazz raised a brow. “Someone’s an early riser.”
