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"See you tomorrow?"
"Yeah. See you."
I was already counting down the days to Friday.
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
Riley
On Monday afternoon, Duncan arrived just before I headed out. I grinned and almost wanted to jump him before realizing that Jeremy was there as well. Crap. Why hadn't we discussed how to handle this? Then again, what was there to discuss? I just had to act like a normal human being, not a teenager.
"Hi, Riley," he said, then looked around. "Where’s Jeremy?"
"In the bathroom, washing his hands and getting ready for dinner.”
“Which means I can do this," he said, then pressed me against the wall and kissed me senseless.
Well, at least I wasn't the only one acting like a teenager. I figured that made it okay.
On Tuesday, we learned to behave… or at least that’s what I thought. And when he asked me to stay for dinner, I flatly refused because that was just playing with fire.
We managed the same on Wednesday.
But then on Thursday, we didn't. When he arrived at home, Jeremy was in the shower. He'd played in the mud outside andwas under strict instructions to clean himself properly, which I relayed to Duncan.
"So, that means he's going to need a while, huh?" Duncan asked.
"I guess. He just went in."
"Good. I need to kiss you so fucking much."
Then he lifted me onto the kitchen island, kissing me hard and deep, even more desperate than on Monday. We both had so much pent-up energy from behaving for two days. I pressed my thighs against the sides of his hips until a low groan reverberated in his throat. My torso was pegged to his, so I felt it throughout my body.
"Can't wait for tomorrow," he said.
"I can't either."
Then, for some reason, I became a bit jittery. I wasn't ready for us to talk about this. I couldn't see what would come out of it. I mean, we both knew our respective situations. I was starting my law job in less than two months. And he was a single dad focused on his son. That was never going to change, and it didn't have to. I just couldn't see how I could fit into their lives.
Why, oh why did I want to become a lawyer and be stuck in an office all day, dealing with all those uppity suits? I loved spending time with Jeremy. He was hands down the best kid in the world.
But being a lawyer would allow me to take care of my sister and Mom. That would make it all worth it.
Despite my reservations, I was looking forward to tomorrow because the man was a damn good kisser, and I was dying to have him all to myself again. I'd seen a different side of him last weekend. I'd seen Duncan the man, not Duncan the dad. And while I liked both a lot, I really, really wanted to experience some more of Duncan the man.
He stepped back, helping me down from the kitchen island, just as we heard the bathroom door open.
"You have excellent timing," I said.
I wanted to ask him more about tomorrow, but I didn't get a chance because Jeremy ran toward us wearing nothing at all and saying, "There's a spider on my towel. Hi, Dad."
Then his eyes widened, and he ran back into the bathroom.
I looked at Duncan.
"Okay, what just happened? Why did he run away? Does he have you kill spiders?" he asked me.
"Yeah. I'm the designated insect killer around here."
