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“What was Colton’s mom like?”
Didn’t see that one coming.
I think for a second. “Natalie was justgood.I’m not sure how else to describe her. Someone would cut her off in traffic, and she would just saymaybe they had somewhere important to be.She would give a homeless person her last dollar without thinking twice about it. There wasn’t a malicious bone in her body, and she gave all of that love and kindness to Colton”
“How did you two meet?”
“I had come to Miami to start fighting. When I first got there, I was partying all the time. Different girl every night and drinking constantly. One morning, after a particularly rough night, I went to a coffee shop. As I was in line, this woman behind me said that I looked like I could use a friend. She was right. Somehow, we just started talking. That led to us hanging out, and eventually, we got together.”
Ronnie smiles. “She sounds great.”
“She was. But she and I worked much better as friends. We loved each other, but it was just missing that spark, that passion.It didn’t help that she didn’t care for what I did for a living. She said it was too hard for her to watch me get hurt like that. We decided to call it off and just focus on raising Colton as best we could.”
“You guys did a good job. He’s a pretty cool kid.”
“Thanks. I’m just trying not to mess up all the good work that Natalie did.”
She sets her hand on my thigh. “Don’t sell yourself short. You are a great dad.”
“And you were great with Colton last weekend. I don’t know how to say thank you enough.”
She stops me. “It’s okay, Drew. Really. We had fun.”
Leaning forward, I whisper, “I’m going to make it up to you this weekend…over and over again.”
“Oh, yeah? That’s a big promise.”
“Baby, that’s one promise I fully intend to keep.”
She smiles, and I add, “By the way, your brother and Jamie at the shop saw your text message the other day.”
“Which one?”
“The one where you tell me what you’re going to do to my cock.”
A look crosses her face, but it’s one of realization rather than embarrassment. “Ahhh, right. Oh well. They know how I am. I have no shame about wanting to have a good time.”
“Do you know how sexy you are?” I ask her.
She shrugs her shoulders. “Eh, I may need you to show me later.”
“Why wait until later when I can do it right now?”
forty-seven
Good Girl
Ronnie
It doesn’t take long for me to catch on to what Drew is doing. That doesn’t mean that I’m not still surprised by it. Usually, he doesn't get really dirty until we are alone.
But now his hand is traveling up my thigh and underneath my dress. The booth we are at has a long tablecloth, so I’m not concerned about someone seeing what he’s doing. But as his fingers move the material of my thong out of the way, I realize thatI’mthe one who could give us away.
He leans closer, his lips brushing my ear as he whispers, “Do you think you can be a good girl and keep quiet?”
“Yes,” I answer almost too quickly.
“Are you sure?” His finger lightly grazes my clit, and I suck in a breath.
