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I set the spatula down for a moment. There was no denying that my dad was somewhat of a sore subject with me. I often ran between love and hate when it came to him. But unfortunately, it was too late to tip the scales on that one.
“He, um. He died when I was almost eighteen. We grew up in the club life.” I chanced a look at her and saw the confusion knitted in her brows. Then again, I never did mention to her that I was part of a MC. “Like your books,” I waited for it to hit her. I almost smiled at the blush that spread across her perfect cheeks.
“Oh…” she said and her mouth remained open in anOafter she said it. “So are you in a motorcycle club?”
“Why? Would that make you more attracted to me?” I joked and laughed as it came out of my mouth.
Next thing I knew, something hard hit my shoulder then landed on the floor with athwap. I looked down to find a boot sitting by my foot. Picking it up, I walked over to her.
“A shoe, really?” I leaned down over her, my nose two inches from hers. A smirk played on my lips as her eyes went a little wide. “What are you five? That’s something my…” The words died in my throat. That was something my son would have done. My son… I choked back the emotions. I had been so caught up in this little happy bubble with Dya that I’d almost forgotten. But there it was, standing front and center again.
Without warning, her sweet, soft lips were on mine. I blinked, clearing my vision, before giving into her and closing my eyes. She grabbed the side of my face, pulling me into her, kissing me harder. I was no fool, I knew she was trying to distract me and damn if it wasn’t working.
