Page 13 of Property of Big Daddy

“I grew up here, so yeah.Know the whole fucking lot of them.”

“Not a fan?”

“I don’t send them a Christmas card.”He chuckles.

“You don’t strike me as the kind of guy who sends anyone a card.”

He takes a careful sip of the coffee.“My mother would argue differently.”

“You send your mom a Christmas card?”

“Yeah.Why?”

“No reason.”I don’t want to insult him by saying I figured his mom is likely dead because of his age.

“If you need a job, I might have a position open.”

“I don’t know if I should be scared or intrigued, but I have something lined up.”

“You’ve not heard my offer.”

“No, but Cecilia needs me at her salon and I’m not so sure working for another man I have carnal knowledge of is such a wise decision.”

“Fair enough, but if it doesn’t work out, the offer stands.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.”

A knock on my front door breaks the silence that was stretching between us.“You expecting company?”he slides from where he was leaning against my counter.

“No.”

“If it’s that dumbfuck, I’m going to kill him,” he grumbles, moving for my door.

I breeze past him.I hate Thad and wish him the life he deserves, but again, murder isn’t on my list.Going up on my tiptoes, I peer out the peephole.

“Cecilia,” I murmur and wonder why she’s not at work.

“That’s my cue.”He dumps the coffee in the sink and rinses the mug out.

I let Cecilia in, and she beams at the sight of Big Daddy standing in my kitchen.“Should I come back?”

“Not on my account.I need to get going.”He stalks toward me as Cecilia helps herself to the dregs of the pot of coffee I made.“I’ll see you on Saturday.I left you a little something on your nightstand.Buy yourself a good pair of riding boots,” he tells me as he grabs his leather vest from where he left it last night.

“Um…”

He grins at the blank expression on my face.“Later, babe.”He moves in for a quick kiss, not giving me time to react to any of his words or actions.

I’m still standing in the same spot in a complete stupor when I hear his motorcycle fire up.

“Earth to Gwynee.”Cecilia takes my hand and leads me to my couch.

“Don’t sit there.”I motion to the stain where Thad indeed pissed himself last night.

“Damn, is that a wet spot?”

I scrunch my nose up.“Let’s sit on the balcony.”

We take our coffee outside and get situated in the chairs I bought last summer for Thad and I.I like to sit out here and read, and he’d smoke his fancy cigars because I hated the way they made my apartment smell.Another thing I won’t miss about the jerk.

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