I find myself cheesing like an idiot.
If it does, then, I’m lame too.
When we woke up this morning, we didn’t end up having sex again. But sleeping in and waking up in his arms was great. He even made me breakfast before bringing me home. Honestly, I wasn’t ready to leave, but I knew it was time to get back to reality.
I have no idea when we’re going to see each other again, but there’s one thing I know for sure.
I can’t wait.
Chapter twenty-five
Sisters
Dane
“Hello?” I answer my phone as I make my way to the soccer fields after school.
“Well, well, well, if it isn’t my wayward brother.”
“Hi, Jenny,” I greet my sister with a smile.
“Do you know how hard you’ve been to get ahold of lately?”
“Well, you’ve got me now. So, how about you quit giving me shit?”
“Okay, fine. But really, what’s going on? I feel like I talked to you more when you were in the Marines. Are you okay?”
“Yeah, I’m good,” I say. “I’ve just been busy with the move and with the new job–trying tocarve out my place here. Oh, and I took a job as the soccer coach.”
She chortles. “What the hell do you know about soccer?”
“More than I did a week ago.” Before she can give me too much shit, I add, “I’m actually on my way to practice now, so is there a reason for your call?”
“I wanted to talk to you about Dad.”
“What about him?” I ask, realizing this conversation may not be as short as I hoped.
“Did you know he has a girlfriend?”
“I know he said he has a lady friend he hangs out with.”
“Oh, it’s much more than that, Dane. He’s got a fuck buddy.”
That gets me to stop walking. “Excuse me?”
“You heard me.”
“No, I don’t think I did hear you. You can’t possibly know that. I know he didn’t discussthatwith you, Jenny.”
“He didn’t have to tell me.” She pauses before exclaiming, “I walked in on him doing it…or doing her, should I say.”
My face contorts in horror. “How the hell did you walk in on that?”
“I got some donuts from a new little bakery, and I went to surprise him.”
Her voice cracks as she tries to continue. “Dane, I walked into see Dad’s bare ass, fucking an old lady doggy style.”
“Jenny, for the love of God, stop. You’re going to make me lose my lunch.”