Page 124 of Unspoken Words
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Connor
What a vest-wearing, Poindexter, arse-licking,pencil dick. Byron was the type of guy you picked on in high school and ended up working for years later. Mr University Jockstrap with his perfectly combed blond hair. He was the guy you hated but wanted to be and, right now, he had something that belonged to me. But she was sleeping inhisarms tonight and not mine like she should be, and I hated that. Just thinking of her with him made my skin crawl and bile rise to my throat.
“Fucking wanker,” I muttered to myself as I got out of my truck and walked into Anthony’s Pizzeria.
“Daddy!”
My eyes darted toward the sound of Max’s voice, and before I knew it, he was latched around my legs. “Hey, Buddy, what are you doing here?”
“We getting pizza,” he said, pointing to where Lilah was paying at the takeaway counter.
I picked him up and sat him on my hip before walking over to his mother.
“Fancy seeing you here,” she said, smiling as she handed over a twenty-dollar note to Grace, the cashier.
“I live here. Ain’t that right, Anthony?”
He gave my shoulder a friendly pat as he walked past to greet waiting customers.
Lilah playfully rolled her eyes. “Have you ordered yet?”
“Yeah. I rang it through on the way here.”
“Order for Connor?” Grace called to the kitchen, winking at me.
I smiled and nodded my appreciation.
“One minute,” Marco answered.
Lilah accepted her change and collected her pizza. “Well, if you were just planning to go home and eat, you’re more than welcome to join us at my place instead. I have … um, something to talk to you about.”
Max bounced like a Yo-Yo in my arms. “Yes. Yes. Yes.”
“Settle down, monkey,” I said, chuckling, before turning to Lilah. “Like what? Anything important?”
“No, not really. I mean it’s nothing to worry about.”
“If you need to talk to me about Max, then we’ll talk.”
“Good. Because I do.”
“Okay. I’ll meet you back there.”
“We can wai—”
“Order for Connor,” Grace announced, placing the pizza box on the counter.
I gave Max the money and told him to hand it to her, and before I could gather my pizza with my free hand, Lilah did it for me.
“You bring the boy, I’ll bring the pizzas,” she said.
“You wanna ride with Daddy?”
Max bounced again, so I followed Lilah out of the restaurant and into the car park, taking in the sun’s high position on the horizon. “Actually, we’ve probably still got an hour or so left of sunlight. Why don’t we eat over at the park instead so Max can play?”
Lilah shrugged. “Sure, sounds good.”
