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“I was thinking I’d wear a T-shirt and jeans. We’re not going anywhere formal.”
The sigh she gave me could’ve knocked down a skyscraper. “Oh, Dad. Clara wears fancy high heels and has super shiny hair. Do you really think she wants you wearing a T-shirt and jeans on a date?”
“Well, that’s what she wears half the time I see her, considering she rides a motorcycle too.”
That got her attention. She spun around, her eyes bugging out of her head. “She rides a motorcycle? But…she’s…she’s so fancy.”
“She is fancy, but she’s multifaceted. Want to know something really cool? Her last name is Rossi. What kind of motorcycle do I have?”
Her mouth twisted as she thought over my question. “You have a Rossi—oh my god, did Clara’s family make your motorcycle?” When I nodded, she stumbled backward and pretended to faint, going starfish in the middle of my closet. “Dad, that is so cool.”
“I think so too.”
She pushed herself up on her elbows. “Just in case it’s not obvious, I approve. Don’t mess up, okay?”
With a grin, I shook my head. “I’ll try not to.”
Chapter Twenty-eight
Jake
Clara’s big date was a movie in the park. She’d asked me to pick her up in my car so she could wear a dress, and fuck if it wasn’t a treat. We were late because I’d had to pin her against the passenger door and touch her through the thin fabric of her sundress. I’d done the same when we’d arrived at the park, sucking on her neck as I stroked her smooth thighs and toyed with the elastic of her panties next to her pussy.
Getting enough of her seemed impossible. Since Nellie had found me at the house two weekends ago, I’d slept at Clara’s most nights I didn’t have Sage. Each time I saw this woman, my heart jammed itself in my throat—and that wasn’t me.
Except…with Clara, it was.
I laced my fingers between hers and led her through the rows of people on blankets and in lawn chairs. Back to the Future had just started playing on a big screen set up for tonight. We found a good spot to spread out our own blanket by the trunk of a grand old tree with widespread gnarled roots. Marty McFly wasn’t much more than a speck from back here, but we both knew the movie well enough it didn’t matter if we couldn’t see every detail.
I sat with my back against the tree and made room for Clara between my legs. She leaned against me, her head on my chest, and all was right with the world. I could kiss her temple and forehead and stroke my fingers along her soft stomach and sides.
“I didn’t plan this well, did I?” she whispered.
“I think you did all right. I’d rather be back here, alone with you, than stuck in the middle of everyone. This is nice.”
“Yeah,” she sighed. “It is, isn’t it? Peaceful.”
A movie in the park hadn’t been on my radar, and I’d been dubious when Clara suggested it. But fireflies darted here and there in the dark, and my girl was curled against me while a classic movie played. The air was cool, and she was warm. Peaceful was one way I’d describe it. Even with hundreds of people around us, we were in our own quiet bubble. Quiet was rare for us, with our kids and jobs. This…this was needed, and I intended to feel every second of it.
“Mmm.” Her hair smelled like oranges mixed with sunshine. I nuzzled the side of her head, breathing her in. “I told Sage I’m seeing you.”
She turned her head and tipped it back to look at me. “Did you? I’m surprised.”
“She pushed the subject, and I found I wanted her to know.”
“What did she think?”
“That I need to wear fancier clothes to keep up with you. My own daughter would choose you over me in a heartbeat, and I don’t even blame her.”
That made her laugh. “She doesn’t even know me.”
“Yeah, and you think it’d change if she did? You’re incredible. Plus, you’re a Rossi, and Sage dreams of having her own motorcycle. She probably thinks you’ll hook her up.”
“Ah, a motorcycle girl. I love her already.”
She didn’t mean it in a real way, but those words coming from her mouth had me holding her tighter and pressing a kiss to her lips.
“Think you’ll let Nellie ride a motorcycle one day?” I asked.
