Page 73 of I Saw Her First

When Jesse finally brings his gaze back to mine, his eyes are sad. “Maybe you’re right,” he mumbles, and surprise trickles through me.

Wow. I’m actually getting through to him.

“I know it’s hard to see now, but you really are lucky to have a father who cares about you as much as Wes does.”

Jesse’s eyebrows rise curiously. “Wes?”

Shit.

I cough, glancing away. “Please, Jess. Please think about it, for me. If you really are sorry about your behavior while we were away, then it’s not just me you need to apologize to. It’s your dad, too.”

He studies me for a long moment, and I think he’s going to press me again on the overly familiar name I used for his father, but instead, a sound at the door catches his attention.

“Ah shit, my boss is here.”

I follow his gaze to where a tall, good-looking guy with dirty-blond hair and a tidy beard steps inside. When I say tall, I meantall—easily six-foot-six. I’d place him close to Weston’s age, and as he approaches the bar, I notice threads of silver in his beard and fine creases beside his friendly hazel eyes. His muscular shoulders fill out his T-shirt nicely, his height and build creating an air of confidence that commands the room, and a group of women who’ve been quietly chatting in a booth over a bottle of chardonnay abandon their conversation to watch him stride across the room.

I don’t blame them.

“Hey, Jess,” the guy says as he slips behind the bar. His eyes move to me, shimmering with a smile that no doubt gets him a shitload of tips when he’s serving drinks.

“Hey. This is my… friend, Daisy.” Jess motions to me. “My boss, Cory.”

“Hi.” I smile at Cory, unable to stop my gaze from straying to the gold band on his left hand. That’s hardly surprising. Whoever she is, she’s one lucky lady.

Jess turns back to me, and as I fix my attention on him again, he lets out a heavy breath. “Okay. I’ll… I’ll think about what you said.”

“I’m glad.” I give his arm a final squeeze before pulling my hand away and rising to go, a bittersweet feeling twisting in mychest. If he really does reach out to his dad, then that will make things unbelievably complicated for me and Weston.

But if it means Weston gets his son back… I’d never stand in the way of that.

30

Weston

“Mr. Abbott?” My assistant, Nina, pokes her head into the door. “You have a visitor.”

I look up from my laptop, where I’ve been staring blankly for the past thirty minutes, doing nothing. I’ve been useless at work all week. Daisy has spent the last three nights at my place, and each evening we follow the same routine—sex, dinner, more sex, before finally giving in to the need for sleep. It’s the absolute highlight of my day, being with Daisy, spending our evenings talking and laughing, and, of course, naked. I thought the first time we had sex was freaking amazing, but somehow, it’s only gotten better. When I don’t have my hands on her, it’s all I can think about. I haven’t been to the pool in days, but I don’t care. This is better than any workout. Honestly, I feel like I’m twenty years younger.

I push the thought of Daisy’s soft curves from my mind and focus on my assistant. I don’t have any meetings scheduled for today, and I could really use some uninterrupted time to actually get some work done. Whoever this is, they can come back later.

Unless, of course, it’s Daisy. Would she surprise me at work? I have the sudden image of closing my office blinds and bending Daisy over my desk, and my dick twitches in my pants.

So much for not thinking about her.

“Who is it?” I ask Nina, both hoping it’s her and knowing it probably won’t be.

“Your son.”

My heart stops cold.

“Myson?”

She nods, sensing my shock. I’ve tried not to air my dirty laundry in the office, but everyone knows things have been a little strained since Lydia’s death.

“Should I tell him it’s not a good time?”

“Uh, no.” I close my laptop, trying to keep my hands from shaking. “No, send him in.”

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