Page 2 of Gunner

“I’m happy you’re back. I’m happy you’re here. There’s just somethin’ missin’, yeah?”

“Like what?”

“I don’t know. I think I’m just an old man lookin’ to settle down,” I tell her. She laughs, and it’s music to my ears. She pulls away from me and smiles up at me.

“You want an old lady? Is that what this is?”

“Ain’t found one yet, but I wouldn’t be opposed to it. I’m gettin’ old, Kiki.”

“You are not. You’re not even fifty yet.”

“Damn near it. Hell, I thought I’d have already settled down by now.”

“You have plenty of time, Dad. Don’t rush into anything.”

“I don’t plan on it. Hell, there ain’t even anyone here I would want to take on as an old lady anyway.”

“You need some fresh meat.”

“That’s what your man says, too. Havin’ a little open party night, Friday. You up for it?” Her eyes light up as she nods her head.

“I’ve missed those. It shows the people we aren’t all that bad,” she says.

“You’re right. Also attracts assholes, though.”

“The guys can handle it. You ready for that?”

“I’m ready. Get some drinks, some laughs, and a good ass time. Yeah, I’m ready for that.”

“Good. It’ll be fun.”

“What are we talking about?” Val’s voice skates down my nerves. I don’t know why she’s bothering me now, but she is. I don’t even know what the problem is.

“We’re having a party Friday night. Maybe you can catch you a new man,” Kiki laughs. Val’s eyes shoot to mine as if I would say no. That ship has sailed a long time ago.

“Don’t look at me. I ain’t stoppin’ you.”

“Have you not thought about us?”

“About what? The times we hated each other? We weren’t happy, Val. Not even close, and I don’t plan on goin’ back to that shit. My life is calm right now, and that’s how I plan to keep it.”

“I’ve changed, Gunner.”

“I know you have, and I’m damn proud of you for that, but that doesn’t change us or our status.”

“Won’t you at least think about it?” she asks.

“No. I won’t. I’m sorry, darlin’.” With that I walk away from the two of them needing some space.

Chapter 2

Natasha

“Nat, come on!” Rick yells again as I shake my head. I’m not doing it. I won’t do it.

“Nope.”

“Why not?”

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