Page 100 of Love Unforgettable
“She’s got a real kind heart, too kind if you ask me. She rescues dogs, has seven right now that all have something wrong with them so no one else wanted ‘em, so she did. She loves her friends, loves her grandma. But she’s got this ex right now who’s a real pain in the ass and he won’t leave her alone.”
“You sure that’s not why you’re drawn to her? Because she needs savin’? You’ve always been the one who wants to make things right. My soft-hearted boy.”
“Momma, don’t call me soft-hearted, you know I hate that. Probably as much as you don’t like Babs getting the upper-hand.”
“Well, my question still stands,” she says.
“Yes, I’m sure. She’s my lightnin’ bolt.”
“Oh. My. Oh, that just brings tears to my eyes. Well, I need to meet her. When can I meet her? Are you bringing her home?”
“Momma, this is my home now,” I remind her softly.
She sighs heavily. “Well, then we’ll just come out there. I’ve always wanted to see California anyway. How’s this weekend?”
“Slow down, Momma. Okay? She and I are taking it day by day, I’m not rushing anything.”
“Thought you said she was your lightnin’ bolt?”
“I did. She is. That don’t mean things have to happen fast.”
“Oh. Oh no, she doesn’t like you, does she?”
“Good lord, Momma. Of course, she likes me.”
If last night was any indication.
“Okay, if you’re sure. It’s just some girls can’t appreciate a soft-hearted man. So—”
She did not just say that.
“Momma, I gotta go. Okay? I’ll call you in a couple days or something and we’ll plan for you and Daddy to come out in a few months. How’s that sound? Okay? Love you. Tell Daddy hi for me. Bye now.”
I disconnect before she has a chance to say anything else. I love my momma, I really do, but she can thin a man’s patience real quick like.
Soft-hearted. Pffft.
I get out of bed and start to prepare for my day. We’re tagging cattle today, and though Earl’s got most things handled with his crew as far as the day to day operations go, I like to be there to assist whenever I can. This is gonna be one of those days.
My mind drifts back to last night and Lexie in the truck. If I’d brought her home with me, I could be fucking her right now. In my bed, in my shower, against my wall. Aw shit, and now I’m hard again. Even though I showered last night, I turn on the water to take another one. For no other reason than to rub one out while thinking of Lexie. Talking to my momma may have killed my morning wood but thinking about Lexie after we hung up brought it right back up again.
