Total pages in book: 42
Estimated words: 41839 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 209(@200wpm)___ 167(@250wpm)___ 139(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 41839 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 209(@200wpm)___ 167(@250wpm)___ 139(@300wpm)
Giving up on his pen, he sat back and glared at his brother. “Why are you being an asshole?”
“I’m your brother. I’m supposed to.”
“I thought you were supposed to be supportive of me.”
“Oh, I’m supposed to be that too, but for now, I’m playing the part of a giant dick.”
“You’re doing it really well. The best kind.”
His brother laughed. “I’m more than happy to oblige.” Callum bowed even though he was seated. “Come on then. Tell me what the problem is.”
“There isn’t a single problem. Meghan is happy. She’s finally got some routine. She doesn’t wake up at night unless it’s a bad dream. No late-night demands for movies. The weekends, we hang out, and Meghan is always talking about Callie.”
“And what does Callie do?”
“She cooks and assists me if I need it. She’s always there.”
“And is this a bad thing?”
“No.”
“Give it to me honestly, Drew, because right now, I’m not seeing a problem.”
He ran fingers through his hair. Before he went to court, he was going to have to put some gel on it so no one saw that he was hanging on by a fucking thread. What to say to his brother so he didn’t sound like an asshole…
He craved Callie.
Wanted her more than anything.
His nights were spent thinking about her.
Yearning for her.
Desperate for her.
He’d watch her with his daughter and imagine her pregnant with his kid, and it would drive him crazy because all he really wanted to do was slide his dick inside her, and fuck her so hard and fast all the freaking time.
Instead, he kept his thoughts to himself. Callie wasn’t affected by him. He’d watch her as they sat together in front of the television, Meghan curled up between them. His little girl snoring, filling the silence.
“I need to finish this work,” he said.
Callum sighed. “Fine. Actually, I came here for another reason. Leah would like Meghan for a sleepover. It has been so long since we’ve had her.”
“I know what you’re trying to do,” Drew said.
“No, Rebecca misses her.” Rebecca was Callum and Leah’s youngest kid. She was two years older than Meghan.
He blew out a breath.
Before he could say anything, there was a knock at the door. He didn’t need to look up to see it was Callie and his little girl.
The door opened. “Is now a bad time?” she asked.
Callie would put his lunch by his briefcase every morning, but he asked for her to bring Meghan to the office. Even though he loved his work, and he felt more himself at being back here, he couldn’t help but miss her. He’d spent a lot of time with his little girl, and now nothing. He missed her daily.
“No, it’s not a bad time.”
“Hey, Meghan,” Callum said.
“Uncle Callum.” Meghan squealed, running to him.
“I was just talking to your daddy. Rebecca would love a sleepover. Would you like it?”
Meghan looked at him then at Callie.
Callie just smiled.
“It is up to your daddy. What do you say, Daddy, can she have a girly sleepover?” Callum asked.
He hated his brother. One day, he would find a way to get back at him and make him pay. “Yes, you can have a sleepover.”
“How about tonight? We can come and pick her up.”
“What will she need?” Callie asked. “I’ll get her a bag ready.”
Meghan bounced across the room to him, sitting on his lap.
He wrapped his arms around her, kissing her temple. “Hello, darling,” he said.
“Callie made you peanut butter cookies,” Meghan said. “I helped scoop and plop.”
“Scoop and plop?”
“Yep.” She did the action. She held a scoop, and then moved then to his desk and let her hand open, saying the plop as she did.
“Ah, I see.”
“I’m getting good. Callie says I’m going to be a master baker one day.”
“I bet she’s right.”
“I want to be just like you, Daddy,” she said.
He chuckled. “I’m not a master baker.”
“No, but you’re a master daddy.”
“You can’t be a daddy.”
“I can. Callie said whatever boys can do, we can do too. A boy at the park pushed me. He told me I was a fat loser and I couldn’t do the same as him, but Callie said I could. She said some boys are just mean, and they can’t see how awesome girls are.”
He smiled and then thought back to their past. Callie hadn’t told him a boy had hurt his little girl.
Tonight, he’d have a word with her about that. He didn’t want her going to the park if there were mean boys there who would bully his little girl. Not happening.
All too soon, his lunch was over. Callie and Meghan were gone. Callum had connived to get his daughter out of the house, and he was due in court in an attempt to keep his entitled rich kid on the streets.
Driving over to the courthouse, he thought about Callie.