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“Are you hungry?” I ask her.
“A little.”
“Go have a seat in the living room and watch TV while I make us something. How does reheated chili sound?”
“It sounds great. Is it your mom’s recipe?” she asks. She used to love my mom’s chili. Anytime my mom made it, Mia made sure she was over that night for dinner.
I grin at her when I answer, “You know it.”
She smiles back at me and slowly hops down from the stool. I can tell she’s still in pain, and a flash of anger runs through me.
Loafer is done eating, so Mia clicks her tongue to call her into the living room with her. I turn and get the container of cold chili out of the fridge. When I’m done heating it up, I walk into the living room and see Mia curled up on the couch with Loafer by her side, watching a comedy.
“Food’s done,” I tell her, and watch her get up from the couch. We sit at the table and eat for a few minutes in silence before she brings up the subject I’m dreading.
“Why didn’t you tell me about my tire, Mac?”
I put down my spoon and pick up my beer and take a swallow before answering. “Because I wanted to find out who slashed it first. I didn’t want you to worry until I found out some answers.”
She contemplates my reason for keeping it from her. I can see her weighing my decision by the cute little pucker in her brow and the lip biting she has going on. This is not the Mia I’ve seen the last ten years. The new Mia would have given me shit no matter what my reasons were. No, this is the old Mia. And while I’ve grown used to the Mia of now, and find her attitude intriguing and hot as shit, I still miss the old Mia as well. I can only imagine the two converging. They will be a force to be reckoned with and will play havoc on my need to have her beneath me.
She finally comes to a decision, and it’s one that shows both sides of her. She gives it to me straight, but doesn’t bite my head off in the process.
“Don’t do it again. I understand your reasoning, but next time tell me. I don’t like being left in the dark. I should have been told.”
I nod and give her that. I don’t regret not telling her. It would have only pissed her off and worried her. But I don’t tell her that. I’ve gotten off easy, and I know when to give in.
“I can do that,” I tell her, and she nods.
“Do you have any idea who it could be?” she asks me.
“I have one person in mind,” I tell her quietly. I wait for a minute before I say, “Tessa.”
“That’s what I was thinking as well. Do you really think she hates me so much she would pay someone to rape me?”
“I don’t know, but I plan on finding out.”
Mia looks like she wants to ask me something else, but shakes her head. She winces at the movement.
“How’s your head?”
“It’s better, thank you. I should be brand new tomorrow.”
I don’t know about that, but I’m sure she’ll feel a lot better. The soreness of what the guy did will probably linger a few days though. The thought makes me want to put my fist through a wall.
We finish our meal with small talk. She tells me about how she found out Lilly and Levi were seeing each other. She shivers, and I laugh at her. She glares at me, telling me the image will forever be embedded in her memory. I tell her more about the new horses I have. Our conversation is light, and we both enjoy it.
She tries to clear the table, but I tell her to go rest in the living room while I clean up. When I walk out of the kitchen a few minutes later, Mia is asleep with her head on the armrest. Loafer has her head in Mia’s lap. I walk over and call Loafer down. She slips down with a disgruntled sigh.
Too bad, girl. Mia is mine tonight.
I carefully pick Mia’s head up off the armrest, sit down, and place her head in my lap. I look down at her sleeping face, which is turned toward the TV. Mia exhales and places her hand underneath her head, which puts it just inches from my cock. Her fingers brush against me, and I hiss out a breath, bringing my dick to life. Trying not to think about how close her hand is, I sift my fingers through her hair. She looks so innocent in sleep. I know I shouldn’t, but I run my finger along her soft lips. They part slightly, and it takes everything in me not to slip my finger inside. Mia has always had a way about her that got to me. Even when she hated me, I still had to fight taking her in my arms and demanding a different reaction from her than hatred. Her allure has gotten stronger over the years.
I look down at her body. She has on a pair of tight black yogapants and a dark green form-fitting t-shirt that Bailey brought for her at the hospital. Her feet are bare, and I see her black-painted toenails. Feet normally do nothing for me, but Mia has cute feet. I would love to nibble the arch of her foot and then travel my lips up her leg until I reach her delicious center. I wonder if she tastes the same as she did ten years ago.
I know I shouldn’t be thinking these thoughts because of what she went through last night, but I’m incapable of stopping them from forming.
She adjusts on my lap, and her fingers graze my hard cock again. I drop my head back on the couch and let out a low moan. I’m thinking I probably should have just carried her to bed and left her there. It’s torture sitting here with her head in my lap and not able to do anything. But I want to be close to her. It is a need I can’t deny myself.
