Page 3 of Rekindled Heart

She sets her hands on her hips. My tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth when she rolls her hips and mimics my moves exactly. I am a fucking pervert and some dad is gonna hunt me down and shoot me like a damn dog and it’s all gonna be granny’s fault.

“That was… that was really good.”

She lifts her head and her eyes lock on mine and then she falls into me, tripping over her booted feet.

“Oof!” She reaches out and grabs onto my shirt, ripping a hole in it as she hauls herself up.

“Oh shit! I’m so sorry.”

My brows go up. “You shouldn’t say things like that, baby. Somebody might wash your mouth out with soap.”

Or paddle that lush ass. Stop it, asshole!

I’m sure she’s legal but just barely and I’m too old for her.

My eyes widen. “I’ve got to go.” I rush off and run inside to find Margot.

“The next time you do something like that, at least make sure the girl is legal, for fuck’s sake!”

She huffs. “Please. She’s legal.”

“Maybe barely. But don’t try and fix me up anymore. That girl’s way too young for me.”

She growls under her breath and I notice that Louise is over talking to her.

“Oh shit,” I whisper and stalk over to them. I don’t know what’s going on but I’m sure it’s not good.

“You don’t say. How old is your little boy?”

I suck in a startled breath, hissing through my teeth.

“He’s five,” she says and I can’t grasp it. She looks barely sixteen.

Louise grins. “That’s an amazing age. They’re so curious at that age.” She shoots me a baleful glare. Apparently my granny has been doing a little gossiping with her bestie. “Unlike some older kids.”

I roll my eyes but I’m desperate to hear more.

“I had Jamie when I was twenty.”

I suck in a breath. “No fucking way! You look about sixteen!”

She snorts with laughter. “No. Definitely not. I’m twenty-five.”

Shit! Now what? Because unlike what I was saying earlier… I want to spend some time with this woman. I want to know what makes her tick. I want to know what she wants to do in her spare time.

I want to know how to make her smile. I want to know all the things.

I want to spend a lifetime getting to know this woman. And it terrifies the hell out of me. Because the last thing I want or need is a woman. Any woman.

Even if she is waking up some part of me that I swore had been destroyed by Vera’s betrayals.

I go sit down next to granny and she smirks. “I told you that I know best, Ricky. Just do what I say and you’re gonna be happy as a clam in mud.”

My forehead creases. I don’t think clams are in mud. But more importantly, I just don’t see me working with any woman. Not long term anyway.

But maybe… just for a little while.

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