Page 22 of Breaking Conviction
Her eyes widened and she crossed her arms, making her hunch over and hiding her tiny tits. Whenever he got his cut from this recent job, the first thing he was going to do was get a boob job for his girl. She’d never mentioned it, but that’d make it an even better gift. There was no way she didn’t want one. A curvy ass was nice and all, but nothing beat going face-first into a pair of double Ds. Hers were barely B cups.
“Um, yeah. The movie’s done, but, uh… Thea’s still not sleepin’ well at night. Is it alright if I sleep with her again?”
He resisted rolling his eyes. There was only so much celibacy a man could take from his woman. She had to know he was getting tempted to look outside their relationship. How did she stand it? Was she getting it from someone else?
Maybe it’s one of those guys Mr. Dickins talked about a couple of weeks ago.
The accusation raced through his mind, but he forced himself to think of the other options. Mr. Dickins was a crazy, nosy asshole and the story seemed far-fetched as hell, but that was usually where the truth was found.
He couldn’t think that way, though. For now, he had to believe that Naomi wouldn’t betray him like that.
Naomi had been too beat up that day to risk being seen by anyone else. Just in case, Dean had even followed her all around town, making sure she was only taking that drive she’d said she’d needed. The fact that she left during their argument still burned him up, but after his outburst, he’d felt obligated to let her go. Besides, why the fuck would someone else drive her home? Her eyes had been swollen, sure, but she’d been able to see just fine when she’d left the house. He hadn’t overreactedthatbadly.
The excuses soothed his conscience. He wasn’t sure if he fully believed all of them, but right now he had to convince himself until he found out otherwise. If not, he’d be liable to bring it up with her and, of course, she’d make that shit an argument too.
He had to be on his best behavior, at least for a little while. Pretending to grovel sucked ass, but he was man enough to admit that during their last disagreement, he’d gone at least a little overboard.
She wanted him to go to therapy for his temper. He’d even caved and called some places, but when he finally reached a therapist who had an opening, he’d come to his senses and hung up. If anyone found out he was going totherapy,he’d be a laughingstock in this small town. Only weak ass pussies go to therapy.
“Dean?”
Her prompting brought him back to the conversation. How long had he been in his own head?
Shit, maybe I had more than I thought.
He blinked back to present. “Yeah?”
“Can I sleep with Thea tonight?”
The question made his already hazy vision cloud further, but he had to keep it together a little while longer, just until he was back in her good graces.
“If you think she needs it, then that’s fine, sweets. But I miss you in bed. It’s been a long-ass time. I don’t know how much more I can take. I’ve said sorry over and over. Why can’t you just forgive me already?”
A look he couldn’t decipher crossed her face before she cleared her throat. “I’m sorry. I-it’s not that. She’s just been havin’ nightmares lately.”
Poor kid. He knew how shitty nightmares could be, but hell, she had to get over them at some point. The kid needed to grow up eventually.
Not to mention, Naomi was always with Thea.Always. And now that she was doing that damn volunteering job, Naomi was going to have even less time for him. Just as soon as he thought it, he remembered his game plan for getting her to forgive him faster.
“Hey, what’re you doin’ tomorrow?”
His question obviously caught her off guard as she played with the hem of her shirt.
“Um, nothing planned yet, I don’t think.”
“Great. I made reservations at that new place in town.”
Her face brightened beautifully before confusion and wariness marred it. “Wait, Julep? For tomorrow night? I saw on social media that they’re booked up for months.”
He forced a grin, unsure about the swirling emotions in his chest. It was always a great feeling to impress her, but he also hated that she’d question him. He decided on the first.
“AIE Securities has a bigwig behind it who got me the res for two. You interested?”
“For two? What about Thea?”
He bit back a groan. Always with the kid. He loved his daughter, absolutely, but he wasn’t fucking obsessed like she was, damn.
“We’ll drop her off at the church.”
