Page 34 of The Run Home
I frowned. “So?”
She kept fucking smiling. “So…when didyoufirst have sex?”
I gaped, clutching my stomach, feeling suddenly nauseous. “They’re having sex?” My voice was a whisper scream.
Shae let loose another laugh and then slammed her hand to her mouth to hold the rest in. “No! I don’t know what’s going on there. My point is, she’s almost an adult and I think it’s healthy for her to have an experience with a boyfriend while she’s still under your roof and you can be there to coach her through it. Don’t you?”
“No!” My voice exploded in the quiet weight room. “She’s way too young for that!”
Shae, not at all put off by my yelling, put her hand on the middle of my chest. “Hey. She’ll be an adult in less than a year. You need to get with the program, Dad.”
I really fuckin’ hated it when she was right. My brain knew she was right, but every other part of me rebelled against this information. I’d just gotten my daughter for the first time and now I had to share her with some loser boy?
“Fuck!”
I stepped around Shae and stormed out of the weight room. My phone vibrated in my pocket and I took it out. I needed to get to the field and get practice started, but I also needed to get my shit together. I knew I could be a bit of a hothead, and I didn’t want to take it out on my team.
There was a text from Kinsley.
Kinsley: Please don’t be mad at Tatum. We were just talking. And I’ll tell you all about it when I get home tonight, okay?
It irritated me that she was sticking up for him.
Me: I’ll do my best. Also, that wasn’t just talking. That was flirting. I may be old but I know what flirting looks like.
Kinsley: I know you do. You flirt with Ms. Fletcher all the time.
I tripped over the fucking dirt, shoving my phone back in my pocket. I wasn’t touching that comment with a ten-foot pole.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Shae
“He sent me a dick pic!”I hissed as quietly as I could while still letting my voice carry the full shock and horror this situation required. I wasn’t letting Boon or anyone else overhear my conversation in the lunch room again.
Lydia’s face didn’t even twitch. “So? He’s properly advertising what he’s offering.”
My face screwed up in what was surely not an attractive expression. This whole situation with the hookup app was not going well. Not that I’d ever admit that to Boon. Mr. Tell Me What To Do. “What? Ew. No.”
Lydia’s hand made a swiping motion. “Let me see it.”
“I deleted it!” I whisper-yelled again.
“You always steal my fun. I mean, you have a date with him tomorrow anyway where you’re going to hook up. He just gave you a preview. What’s the big deal?”
I huffed. “Romance is dead.”
“Yeah, no shit. That’s why we invest in high-powered sex toys and have an app dedicated to no-strings-attached hookups on our phones.”
I shoved a bite of leftover ravioli into my mouth and wondered how I’d gotten myself into this situation. All I could think about these last few days was Boon pressing his impressive erection into my belly and using that sexy gravelly voice.You come to me. That moment had become the fodder that exploded every orgasm late at night with my toys.
Nowhiswas a dick pic I’d like to see…
But no. I had a date with a total stranger tomorrow night. A stranger who thought it was appropriate to send a dick pic the day before. Did he expect me to send a boob shot in return? Or even more horrifying, a flap snap? Gash flash? Twat shot? What were the young kids calling them things these days? Was this even a thing?
It didn’t help that I’d actually taken Hattie’s puzzle out of the box and started to work on it. I’d assembled Boon’s face first, the flirty brown-eyed gaze taunting me from my living room coffee table. I feared I was falling back into a silly crush on my next-door neighbor. Had I not learned my lesson the first time around? We were in different leagues entirely back then and now. Absolutely nothing could come of this obsession.
So yeah, I was going on this date.
