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“That’s okay. Where are you?”
“I stopped at the park at Green Trail to talk to her.”
“What happened?”
“Some girls asked about her mother, and she got defensive and punched them.”
He sighed into the phone.
“I think maybe she should talk to a child’s therapist if this escalates. Just to have a safe place to deal with her emotions. She was very attached to her mother,” she said. “Is,” she corrected herself.
“I’m heading over there.”
“Well, I need to pick up Libby and—”
“What if I pick up Libby from school and Trevor from preschool and we can all have dinner together?” he suggested.
“That sounds good.”
* * *
“Can I have more pizza, please?”Libby asked.
They’d gone to a neighborhood Italian bistro with a nice outdoor play area. For the past hour, a silly part of her enjoyed every moment of this misleading blended family vibe. Trevor kept playing with the dough the waitress had given him for that purpose, and Libby and Amanda took turns using a fun app on Brit’s cell phone that added special effects and makeup to their selfies.
“Of course,” Damian said, serving her another slice. Then he lifted the Hawaiian tray and gestured at Brit’s plate. “More?”
Brit moved her hand in refusal. “No, thanks.”
“My mom once told me she doesn’t eat a lot on dates,” Libby said, before grabbing a drink of her Sprite. Brit made a mental note to downgrade her drink to water next time. Clearly, the sugar had gotten to her head. How the hell could her daughter say that?
“Honey, this isn’t—” Brit started, happy that Amanda continued playing with the phone and didn’t seem to hear anything.
“Well, I meant when men are around,” Libby continued. “I heard you tell Aunt Lara on the phone.”
Fuck. Brit rolled her eyes at Libby, who thank god took the clue and joined Amanda in playing with the phone. She glanced at Damian and caught him gaping at her, amusement gleaming in his eyes. “What she was trying to say was—” she started, unsure how to save face and make her cheeks less red.
“I think you shouldn’t worry about that. You have a great figure,” he said, his tone casual, but the amusement from his eyes dissipated and, in its place, male approval.
“Thanks.”
He took her plate and added another piece of Hawaiian pizza, and when he returned it to her, an expression of desire washed over his face. She would have turned into a puddle right there and then, had Libby’s sound of slurping her soda had not pulled her from her thoughts.
“Libby, manners,” she said to her daughter, inwardly grateful for the change of subject.
“She’s fine,” Damian said, ruffling her daughter’s hair. “I like Libby because she keeps it real.”
“Like my mom,” Libby said.
“Yes,” Damian said, slanting another look at Brit. “Just like your mom.”
* * *
“Are they asleep?”Brit asked when Damian closed the door behind him.
She’d chosen to sleep on the guest room, and he hadn’t minded. It would be strange for her to sleep on the same bed he’d shared with Violet. He snatched her into his arms, catching a whiff of her delicious scent. He’d dreamed of doing this ever since he saw her at that restaurant with that man.
Eating her out hadn’t been enough. He needed to be deep inside her, feeling his cock throb against her inner walls. The image sent a rush of blood through him. “I miss you.”
