Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 79039 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 395(@200wpm)___ 316(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79039 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 395(@200wpm)___ 316(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
Hey, Ty. It shouldn’t matter how she is around my son, but it does. It’s nothing out of the ordinary. She’s just being nice to him. It still causes a reaction inside of me that I can’t truly describe. I just know I like it.
“Did you really paint Amie?”
“I did. Do you like her?”
Ame?
“For sure. When I get old enough to have a car, I want one just like her.” He pauses for a minute like he’s picturing it, then adds, “But maybe not that green color. It’s really cool, just a little too girly for me.”
“That was the original color. I did soup it up a little bit. I like it to sparkle.”
“Cause you’re a girl,” Ty jokes.
“Probably,” she says with a wink. “But I’ll tell you a secret.”
“What’s that?” Ty asks, and honest to God, he seems as enraptured with her as I am. Fuck, I screwed up so colossal that I want to kick my own ass over and over.
She leans down and whispers into my son’s ear and motherfucker, it’s twisted as hell but I’m jealous of my own son. I have no idea what she’s saying to him, but I see surprise move over my son’s face. When he looks back up at her, his face is filled with an emotion I’ve never seen on him before. It might even be adoration. “No way!”
“Yes way. You’ll keep my secret, right?”
“For sure!”
“You do that and maybe I’ll introduce you.”
“Holy shit. You’d do that?” That look on his face morphs into something even better. There’s so much happiness coming from my boy that I can barely breathe. Ty is truly an amazing son. He loves with his whole heart. Hell, he keeps me going half the time. I was a kid myself so in a way, we grew up together—at least in the beginning. I like to think I got my head out of my ass to be the father he deserved early on. Yet, I know that not having a mother has been hard on him. You can’t shield a kid from the world—or the bullies in school who pick up any differences and wield those like sharp knives. Ty ignored it for the most part. I know it’s marked him, though. He’s reserved around other parents when we are at baseball games and such. He holds himself aloof from most female adults in general—the exception being my mother and sister. He likes Beth, too. That’s about it, though. That’s why seeing him with Beau makes my heart beat a million miles a minute.
“Sure. I’ll talk to Torch and have him bring you over when he comes and picks it up.”
“Awesome,” Ty responds, his eyes lighting up like it’s fucking Christmas.
My heart squeezes in my chest. My boy is many things, but he’s mostly reserved when dealing with others. Watching him now is a gift that I rarely see—unless it’s me, him, and my immediate family. Hell, even then it’s rare. Which is proof alone that Beau is different. She’s special. I treated her like a bed warmer and kicked her out of my fucking bed.
I’ve fucked everything up.
I haven’t approached her today. To be honest, I’ve been fighting myself to keep from it. I need to talk to her, though. I need to try and make this right. I want Beau in my life. I want to explore this pull I have toward her, and I want to see my son have more of the happiness I see on his face right now. I want all of that and more.
I watch as the cake and ice cream are passed around. My gaze keeps glued to Beau. Several guys are openly flirting with her. I’m not positive she picks up on it. I do notice that she treats them all like family. That’s probably the only thing that keeps me from taking their heads off. I also notice that Callum is the only man she seems entirely comfortable around. There’s a rapport between them that is completely familial. I ate her food, and it was damn good—especially the chocolate stuff that Slider was raving about. She’s apparently not only spectacular at painting vehicles, but also cooking, sucking cock, and fucking a man while wringing multiple orgasms from him.
Christ, I fucking screwed up.
I let my thoughts fade as I watch a gray Dodge truck with a white box trailer pulling up. The trailer has Beau’s Customs painted in bright red letters on the side. “Son, can you come up here a minute?” Gordo says once he’s standing at the door of the trailer. I stand watching as Slider walks to his dad. “Beau, I think you should be here, too. Since this gift is from both of us.”
Fuck, she is in a relationship with him. It feels like acid is moving through my blood, burning me. I’ve let this shit go on too long. I should have made her speak to me the same day she drove away from the clubhouse. I look at the son of a bitch standing there proudly calling out to the woman who should have been mine.