don’t
hesitate. “Bad news.”
“ Access. He’s entitled to it.” I open my mouth to protest, but
she holds her hand up for me to stop. “No judge is going to deny a
willing father access to his child without reasonable cause. That
being said, if he’s as rough and gruff as you say he is, we most
definitely have a case of coercive behaviour here. I say we push
for supervised visits right off the bat, and strip him of that
right once we prove our case.”
Makes sense.
If the court is going to grant him access while we’re working this
out, I’d much rather it be supervised than not.
“ Now the good news. Your son is old enough to have a say in
this.”
My eyes widen.
“Bryce doesn’t know anything about this.”
“ I’m not trying to tell you how to parent your son, Miss
McGrath, but I have no doubt in my mind that he knows something’s
going on, especially if his behaviour has been off lately. Talk to
him. Kids are intelligent and extremely perceptive. I think you
might be surprised by what he has to say about all
this.”
I bite my lip,
trying to imagine Bryce’s reaction when he realizes that his father
wants to take him away from me. That kind of decision seems like an
awful lot to lay at the feet of a child. Damn Paul for putting us
through this.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Jase
T he sun is
shining and the birds are singing as I wait for Ellen to come out
of the nursing home. It’s a good fucking day. My second bike is
looking sexy as hell, and I already have a couple of buyers
interested in it. I haven’t seen any sign of any gang members with
guns following me, and I’m about to have a sexy nurse press her
tits into my back for the second time. Today is my fucking
day.
Ellen walks
out, her hand up to shield her eyes. When she sees me leaning
against my bike, she keeps walking. God, she’s gorgeous. Her short
blond hair is cut in a trendy style that leaves it long in the
front, sweeping off to the side, and buzzed short along the sides
and back.
Normally, I
like my women with long hair, but when it comes to Ellen’s, I don’t
even care. She could be fucking bald and my dick would still get
hard just looking at her. Besides, the short hair draws attention
to her bright eyes and high cheekbones.
I watch her
approach, wondering how a woman can make scrubs look so damn sexy,
when she says, “You don’t give up, do you?”
A grin spreads
across my face. “Not when I want something.”
She laughs,
handing me her purse to stow. I take it from her and widen my eyes
dramatically. “What the hell? This weighs at least ten pounds more
than it did yesterday. Seriously, woman, what do you have in this
fuckin’ thing?”
She’s already
fastening her own chin strap on the helmet, and doesn’t bother
answering me. I stow the bag and climb on, waiting until she
settles her ass on the seat behind me.
“ You gotta get home right away?” I ask, glancing at her over
my shoulder.
“ No, actually. Not today.”
I start up my
ride. “Good,” I call back. “I’m taking you on a tour.” With that, I
pull back on the throttle and we head straight for the road. She
wraps her arms tightly around my waist, and I revel in the feeling
of her body pressed against mine.
I’ve had a lot
of women on the back of my bike, but none of them ever had staying
power. They were only there as a way to get them from wherever they
were, and into my bed. Ellen is different. It feels natural having
her back there, like it’s her rightful place.
I keep my eyes
peeled for any signs of the Crips, but there are none. Maybe after
they delivered their message, they’re backing off, for now. Gunner
won’t stand for the bullshit they pulled yesterday. We have to
retaliate.
The Rockcliffe
Parkway is busier than I’d expected, but it’s a beautiful day.
Apparently, we’re not the only tourists out for a drive. We ride
along in silence, the only communication being when Ellen’s arm
comes up and points at something worth
hesitate. “Bad news.”
“ Access. He’s entitled to it.” I open my mouth to protest, but
she holds her hand up for me to stop. “No judge is going to deny a
willing father access to his child without reasonable cause. That
being said, if he’s as rough and gruff as you say he is, we most
definitely have a case of coercive behaviour here. I say we push
for supervised visits right off the bat, and strip him of that
right once we prove our case.”
Makes sense.
If the court is going to grant him access while we’re working this
out, I’d much rather it be supervised than not.
“ Now the good news. Your son is old enough to have a say in
this.”
My eyes widen.
“Bryce doesn’t know anything about this.”
“ I’m not trying to tell you how to parent your son, Miss
McGrath, but I have no doubt in my mind that he knows something’s
going on, especially if his behaviour has been off lately. Talk to
him. Kids are intelligent and extremely perceptive. I think you
might be surprised by what he has to say about all
this.”
I bite my lip,
trying to imagine Bryce’s reaction when he realizes that his father
wants to take him away from me. That kind of decision seems like an
awful lot to lay at the feet of a child. Damn Paul for putting us
through this.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Jase
T he sun is
shining and the birds are singing as I wait for Ellen to come out
of the nursing home. It’s a good fucking day. My second bike is
looking sexy as hell, and I already have a couple of buyers
interested in it. I haven’t seen any sign of any gang members with
guns following me, and I’m about to have a sexy nurse press her
tits into my back for the second time. Today is my fucking
day.
Ellen walks
out, her hand up to shield her eyes. When she sees me leaning
against my bike, she keeps walking. God, she’s gorgeous. Her short
blond hair is cut in a trendy style that leaves it long in the
front, sweeping off to the side, and buzzed short along the sides
and back.
Normally, I
like my women with long hair, but when it comes to Ellen’s, I don’t
even care. She could be fucking bald and my dick would still get
hard just looking at her. Besides, the short hair draws attention
to her bright eyes and high cheekbones.
I watch her
approach, wondering how a woman can make scrubs look so damn sexy,
when she says, “You don’t give up, do you?”
A grin spreads
across my face. “Not when I want something.”
She laughs,
handing me her purse to stow. I take it from her and widen my eyes
dramatically. “What the hell? This weighs at least ten pounds more
than it did yesterday. Seriously, woman, what do you have in this
fuckin’ thing?”
She’s already
fastening her own chin strap on the helmet, and doesn’t bother
answering me. I stow the bag and climb on, waiting until she
settles her ass on the seat behind me.
“ You gotta get home right away?” I ask, glancing at her over
my shoulder.
“ No, actually. Not today.”
I start up my
ride. “Good,” I call back. “I’m taking you on a tour.” With that, I
pull back on the throttle and we head straight for the road. She
wraps her arms tightly around my waist, and I revel in the feeling
of her body pressed against mine.
I’ve had a lot
of women on the back of my bike, but none of them ever had staying
power. They were only there as a way to get them from wherever they
were, and into my bed. Ellen is different. It feels natural having
her back there, like it’s her rightful place.
I keep my eyes
peeled for any signs of the Crips, but there are none. Maybe after
they delivered their message, they’re backing off, for now. Gunner
won’t stand for the bullshit they pulled yesterday. We have to
retaliate.
The Rockcliffe
Parkway is busier than I’d expected, but it’s a beautiful day.
Apparently, we’re not the only tourists out for a drive. We ride
along in silence, the only communication being when Ellen’s arm
comes up and points at something worth
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