Total pages in book: 145
Estimated words: 140184 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 701(@200wpm)___ 561(@250wpm)___ 467(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 140184 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 701(@200wpm)___ 561(@250wpm)___ 467(@300wpm)
He said those things at breakfast to get a rise out of me.
This epiphany doesn’t uncomplicate things with Kennedy, but it does make things less complicated because while I backed off a little when it was Jet, I won’t respond the same way to Jonathan encroaching upon my territory.
I may be his father, but I saw her first.
I can’t blame him for wanting to fuck her, but I’m not too happy about his methods of pursuit. I suppose it’s my own fault for letting it work, but he could have really fucked things up between me and Kennedy with this Jet bullshit.
I don’t think he has yet, but tonight, I intend to make sure.
Tonight, I will make Kennedy mine.
“Hey, dad, have you seen…?”
Jonathan stops mid-question, his steps slowing as he approaches the open doorway of the master bathroom.
He takes in what I’m wearing—the shiny Italian loafers, black dress pants, and black dress shirt. His gaze lingers on the gray silk vest I’m buttoning.
“Someone looks snazzy,” he says.
I smirk because I can feel the curiosity in his tone. “Thanks,” I say flatly.
He leans against the doorframe. “Got a hot date?”
I glance over at him as I slip the last button through its hole. “I won’t be home tonight, if that’s what you’re asking.”
His jaw tightens, but he nods and pretends not to care. “Got it.”
I hold his gaze a moment longer than I need to, then drop it and get back to getting ready.
“So, is it an age-appropriate date tonight, or will she get a kids’ menu?”
“You have an awful lot of interest in my love life lately.”
“Is that what we’re calling it now? You can be honest. If you just want to get your dick wet, I get it. Don’t see why she has to keep coming around, though.”
“I don’t see why it bothers you so much,” I state.
“You don’t think she’s a little young for you?”
“She’s a lot young for me.” I shrug, adjusting the fit of my shirt and appraising myself in the mirror. “She’s also perfectly capable of making her own choices.”
“If you say so. I think you’re making a mistake.”
“Your opinion has been noted.”
I know if he keeps standing here, he’ll just try to cause trouble, so I grab my wallet and phone, and tell him to order a pizza for dinner before I head out the door.
It’s Saturday, so Kennedy worked the opening shift today. I only know because I had Jet text her and ask—I have got to remember to exchange numbers with her tonight—but she doesn’t know he was asking for me. I wanted to surprise her.
I hope it doesn’t backfire and she already made plans for after work. If she did, she’ll have to cancel them. Her new plans are with me.
I wait in the parking lot by her car for her shift to end.
I smile when she finally comes walking out the doors. She pauses to hold the door for the other employee whose shift must be over.
I put my hand on the latch, preparing to get out and greet her, but she doesn’t keep walking across the parking lot to come to her car. Instead, she sits down on the curb and pulls her jacket tightly around her frame as she huddles there in the cold. The guy she walked out with is sitting on the curb beside her. He’s a young guy, but older than her. He lights up a cigarette and leans over, bumping his shoulder into hers.
Kennedy smiles faintly and rocks over to shoulder bump him back.
What the fuck?
Anger heats my blood. Not anger at her, but anger at this fucking kid clearly trying to flirt with her.
Who the fuck is he?
I don’t know, but I don’t like him.
She’s talked to me about work before, but she hasn’t mentioned this little fuck. Not that she would call him that, I suppose, but she hasn’t mentioned a male coworker at all. She talked about someone named Skylar, but that sounded like a girl’s name.
She sits there with him until he finishes his cigarette, then they both stand. Another few seconds pass with them facing each other, talking, then she seems to say goodbye. I watch as she turns to look both ways before crossing the parking lot, then I watch him check out her ass as she walks away.
Biting back the unreasonable demand that she quit her job right now so she’s never alone with this asshole again, I try to refocus my energy on the nice surprise I had planned for her tonight.
Her attention catches on my car a moment before I open the door and climb out. Shock touches her lovely features and her brown eyes widen.
“Milo. What are you doing here?”
“I thought I’d surprise you,” I tell her, walking around to the front of the car. “I see I have,” I add wryly.