tonight, I’m agreeing with him.”
“I’m no saint, but I have been honest with every woman who has hit my sheets. They know the score before anything goes down.” As much as it makes my stomach knot to think about him with all those women, I have no right to judge him.
“You’re right. I’m sorry,” I whisper. I hear him let out a breath and I swear I feel his whole body relax from across the cab of his jeep.
“So, tell me about your mom.”
“We’re not talking about my mom.”
“Why not?”
“Because my mom stresses me out. Talking about her gets me upset, even when she’s thousands of miles away.”
“Well, my mom is awesome. She works for me and my brothers doing office work at our construction company. She bakes us cookies at least a couple times a week and makes sure we eat lunch.”
I start giggling, thinking about him and his brothers, who are all built like redwood trees, having their mom bake them cookies and reminding them to eat lunch.
“She sounds sweet,” I say, laughing, because it really is nice. I hope one day I can be that kind of mom to my kids. “What does your dad do?” I ask.
“Dad’s the sheriff. He’s been a cop forever. Mom never worked till we graduated high school.”
“You’re really lucky. My mom was never really around,” I say, leaning my head back against the seat and closing my eyes. I can actually feel the sadness in my own words. He reaches over and squeezes my knee. I can’t deal with anyone feeling sorry for me, especially not him, so I change the subject.
“So your brothers work construction with you? And you work for my dad?” I ask, confused.
“We all work together. I started the business after I got out of the Marine Corps. Then, when each of them graduated from college, they bought into the company. I don’t work for your dad. My cousin owns a business that supplies security and bodyguards to businesses like your dad’s. Every once in a while, he’ll call me in and ask me to check on one of his men.”
“It’s great that you get to work with your family” I say, thinking its’ good that he doesn’t work at the strip club. I don’t know how I would feel about dating a guy in that line of work. Not that we’re dating, I remind myself. “Your family seems really nice. Well, your grandma and brothers, do anyway.”
“We’re all close. It’s not always easy working together but at the end of the day, we know that we’re family. Do you have any brothers or sisters?”
“No. My mom had bigger dreams than having a family,” I say as we pull up in front of my house.
The house is completely dark. The only light around is coming from the headlights of Asher’s jeep. “What the hell?” I mumble, starting to feel nervous about going inside. Not because Asher is with me and we’re alone and I don’t know him no, this is more the feeling, you have when you wake from a bad dream and the fright stays stuck to you for a while after you wake up.
“Why didn’t Mike leave a light on for you?” Asher asks, looking over at me.
“Uh…I don’t know. I’m always home way before he leaves. Maybe he just forgot,” I say, starting to get out of the jeep. I stop when he opens the glove box and pulls out a gun. “What are you doing?” I ask in shock.
“Safety.” That’s all he says before he opens his door. I follow his lead and open mine. Before I even make it to the front of his jeep, he’s next to me, grabbing my hand. The warmth from his touch is soothing, and I swear I can feel him rubbing his thumb back and forth against my skin.
We start to walk up the porch when he stops. “Is there another way to get in the house?” he asks, turning towards me.
“My apartment is in the basement and has its own entrance,” I tell him, looking around.
“Stay close,” he says softly. I hold on to the back of his shirt, walking so close that I don’t think you can slip a piece of paper between us. I can hardly see in the darkness.
“I’m no saint, but I have been honest with every woman who has hit my sheets. They know the score before anything goes down.” As much as it makes my stomach knot to think about him with all those women, I have no right to judge him.
“You’re right. I’m sorry,” I whisper. I hear him let out a breath and I swear I feel his whole body relax from across the cab of his jeep.
“So, tell me about your mom.”
“We’re not talking about my mom.”
“Why not?”
“Because my mom stresses me out. Talking about her gets me upset, even when she’s thousands of miles away.”
“Well, my mom is awesome. She works for me and my brothers doing office work at our construction company. She bakes us cookies at least a couple times a week and makes sure we eat lunch.”
I start giggling, thinking about him and his brothers, who are all built like redwood trees, having their mom bake them cookies and reminding them to eat lunch.
“She sounds sweet,” I say, laughing, because it really is nice. I hope one day I can be that kind of mom to my kids. “What does your dad do?” I ask.
“Dad’s the sheriff. He’s been a cop forever. Mom never worked till we graduated high school.”
“You’re really lucky. My mom was never really around,” I say, leaning my head back against the seat and closing my eyes. I can actually feel the sadness in my own words. He reaches over and squeezes my knee. I can’t deal with anyone feeling sorry for me, especially not him, so I change the subject.
“So your brothers work construction with you? And you work for my dad?” I ask, confused.
“We all work together. I started the business after I got out of the Marine Corps. Then, when each of them graduated from college, they bought into the company. I don’t work for your dad. My cousin owns a business that supplies security and bodyguards to businesses like your dad’s. Every once in a while, he’ll call me in and ask me to check on one of his men.”
“It’s great that you get to work with your family” I say, thinking its’ good that he doesn’t work at the strip club. I don’t know how I would feel about dating a guy in that line of work. Not that we’re dating, I remind myself. “Your family seems really nice. Well, your grandma and brothers, do anyway.”
“We’re all close. It’s not always easy working together but at the end of the day, we know that we’re family. Do you have any brothers or sisters?”
“No. My mom had bigger dreams than having a family,” I say as we pull up in front of my house.
The house is completely dark. The only light around is coming from the headlights of Asher’s jeep. “What the hell?” I mumble, starting to feel nervous about going inside. Not because Asher is with me and we’re alone and I don’t know him no, this is more the feeling, you have when you wake from a bad dream and the fright stays stuck to you for a while after you wake up.
“Why didn’t Mike leave a light on for you?” Asher asks, looking over at me.
“Uh…I don’t know. I’m always home way before he leaves. Maybe he just forgot,” I say, starting to get out of the jeep. I stop when he opens the glove box and pulls out a gun. “What are you doing?” I ask in shock.
“Safety.” That’s all he says before he opens his door. I follow his lead and open mine. Before I even make it to the front of his jeep, he’s next to me, grabbing my hand. The warmth from his touch is soothing, and I swear I can feel him rubbing his thumb back and forth against my skin.
We start to walk up the porch when he stops. “Is there another way to get in the house?” he asks, turning towards me.
“My apartment is in the basement and has its own entrance,” I tell him, looking around.
“Stay close,” he says softly. I hold on to the back of his shirt, walking so close that I don’t think you can slip a piece of paper between us. I can hardly see in the darkness.
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