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Not ready to release her, I simply stared down into her face, her ponytail trapped in my fist, my fingers flexing against her back.
Her eyes dropped to my mouth. “Mm-hmm,” she hummed.
“Fuck me,” I whispered.
A tiny smirk lifted the corner of those lips to which I may have already become addicted. “Not tonight, darling.”
I wondered when she’d give me a different answer. I hoped it would be soon.
Chapter Eight – My Boys
Minty
My parking spot at the back of the lot offered me an excellent view of the mess of students spilling from the front door of the high school. George’s school. The same one Jace and Alex would attend in September. So far, every time I’d come to pick him up, he’d come out alone.
George, Vander’s son from his first marriage, had resided full-time with Ruby and Vander since Christmas. His situation broke my heart, but thankfully, he was beginning to come around.
Just not at school.
There was nothing inherently negative about his experience at school, there just wasn’t anything all that positive.
I looked around at the students coming out. The split between those who had, and those who had not, hit roughly 60/40, that 40 being those who could not afford private school and were forced to make do with what the neighborhood offered.
The 6o.
Good Lord.
George’s curly head finally made an appearance, and I exhaled the breath I didn’t know I’d been holding.
My eyes widened. A pert little blond bounced along beside him, hugging her books to her chest, her face tipped up toward him.
He slanted a glance in her direction and gave her a short nod.
She veered off away from him toward the buses. She looked back once.
He did not.
At the edge of the lot, he stopped and scanned the cars, a look of amused determination on his young face. He looked like his dad, exactly like Vander did when he was amused. The look he usually aimed at Ruby.
I smiled. This was our game. I hit the start button on the timer.
His eyes skipped past me then flew back and he pointed, a victorious smile on his face. 9.7 seconds. His best time yet.
He loped to the car and swung into the front passenger seat.
Is it okay that he’s alone with you?
“How did I do?”
I showed him the stopwatch. “Best time yet.”
His eyebrows flew up and he whipped out his cell phone to document the evidence. “Hold it up to your face, Minnie,” he murmured and took the picture. “They’ll never beat this time,” he crowed.
“It’s unlikely,” I agreed.
You want to kiss him.
Carefully pulling out of the lot, I continued our routine. “Three good things.”
