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"She doesn't trust anyone. Took a long while before she trusted Mick and me. She trusts Derek's parents—she leaves Flora with them sometimes but worries that they're too old. And that's about it."
"I'll earn her trust," I promised. "I'll teach her to trust others again."
"Alright then, let's see how good you are at darts."
Chapter 21
Isha
"On a scale from one to ten, how much in the Twilight Zone is having Rowan here playing darts with Arturo?" Mick asked as we sat at the bar while Flora was listening to Sharon read from Flora's new favorite book, the one Rowan got her.
"About a hundred," I muttered. "I have no idea what he's doing here. I have no idea what he wants."
"Oh, please. You know what he wants," Mick said suggestively.
I rolled my eyes. "Look at him. Do you think he needs pussy so bad he comes to me?"
"As a man who likes men, he's very fine, I'll give you that. But he's not after any random pussy. I think he's after yours."
"I watched the Vagina Monologues the other day, and this one woman talked about how her pussy was like a cellar, damp and dusty. You don't want to go down there, she said. That's my vajayjay…it's a sad cellar." I drank some of the IPA he'd poured for me.
"Your vagina is not dusty. Maybe damp since Rowan is here, but not dusty."
"Smelly? The woman said hers was musty and clammy."
Mick laughed. "Unused is what it is. How long has it been?"
"Since when?"
"Since someone breached the fortress, baby doll."
I glanced at Rowan and shrugged.
"No fucking way. Do not tell me that was the last time your pussy saw some action?"
"I was studying. Then I was moving. Then Yas died. I was a mum. When the bloody hell do you think I had time to find someone to take care of my vajayjay?"
"Oh, God." Mick put a hand on his heart. "This is far worse than I thought. You may need to resuscitate that poor thing."
"I have a vibrator, and I use it…sometimes…whenever I'm not too tired and don't fall into exhausted sleep."
"The motherfucker is decent at darts. He beat Arturo," Mick mentioned. I looked at the men by the dartboard. They had beers in hand, and they were laughing and talking.
"He's not a bad man," I mumbled. "He was pretty awful to me, but the man who apologized to me last night…he was sincere. He was honest, and he hadn't even talked to Ace to get the skinny on everything yet, you know?"
Mick put his hand on mine. "What do you want?"
I turned to look at my daughter and smiled. "I have everything I want, Mick. I don't want or need anything else."
Before Mick could grill me with more questions I didn't have answers for or didn't want to answer truthfully, Arturo and Rowan strolled up to us.
"He beat me fair and square, baby doll. So, he has my permission to talk to you," Arturo said majestically.
"He beat you, he can talk to you."
"She's playing hard to get. But don't worry about it. We have ways to soften her," Arturo stage whispered to Rowan.
I got up. "You guys watch my girl, and I'll talk to Rowan."
