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He shook his head. “I can’t impose on your family like that. Thank you, but no. Braiden and I will be okay here. Consuela can make us a nice dinner. It’s okay. You can have that time off. I’ll take off from work so I can take care of him. But you’ll need to show me just exactly how to do that first.” He laughed then patted my hand again. “Damn, girl. Looks like I really needyou.”
My heart flipped, and I had to try hard not to take his words the wrong way. “No, you two have to come with me. Come on, Gannon. I want to introduce Braiden to my family anyway. They love kids too. And you’ve been friends with Brad for so long, they should know you too. Come on. Please.” I gave him my best smile, and he smiled back atme.
“Yousure?”
With a nod, I moved my hand to pat his where it was resting on the table. “I’m positive. So that’s a yes then. I’ll be your date for the opening night of your fancy club and you two guys will be my dates for my birthday slash Thanksgivingholiday.”
“Deal,” came his quickreply.
I went back to my pancakes, wondering what we’d just done. Had we crossed an invisible line? Or had we just evolved into afriendship?
Either way, something inside of me bubbled, and I felt pleased about itall.
Chapter15
Gannon
Imadeeach weekend all about my son, and Brooke was right there too. I didn’t want to admit it, but it was also all about being with her. A few weeks had passed with us settling into one routine afteranother.
Never had boring things been so damn fun. But Brooke just being there made everything fun, interesting, excitingeven.
I had to get past this thing I had for her. I had to do it. I knew I couldn’t be something I wasn’t for her. I knew I’d end up hurting her and losing her as my son’s sitter and her brother as my friend. It was all way toorisky.
Being great friends had to be okay with me. Even if she did want me the same way I wantedher.
Each Monday came with work and it would be time to get back to the real world after each weekend that had been filled with more fun than I had known waspossible.
August and I had met for lunch to go over a few things that pertained to the club and we’d just parted ways after leaving The Palm in Beverly Hills. On my way to my car, I heard a woman’s voice calling out, “Gannon? GannonForester?”
I stopped and turned around to find a woman coming after me. I recognized her right away. She and I had had a brief one-on-one. Very brief. One month, brief. And it had ended like all of my one-on-ones did, with me stepping out on her. But there she was, smiling atme.
No hard feelings, it seemed. I was relieved about that and smiled right back at her. “Jasmine, how have you been? It’s been over a year since our paths havecrossed.”
Her arms outstretched, I opened mine too, welcoming her into them for a small hug. “I’ve been okay. I’ve missed youthough.”
Letting her go, I took a step back, wanting there to be some distance between us. And I was also interested in the fact that my body didn’t have an urge for hers. She’d been one great fuck. That’s what had kept me coming back for more for longer than I did with most of my femaleconquests.
“Have you, now?” I laughed a little. Jasmine was a real looker. Long dark hair that hung in a silken sheet to the top of her round ass. Long legs peeked out from under a knee-length dress. Red always had been her color. With her dark hair and eyes, the red made her standout.
Even as gorgeous as she was, she wasn’t doing it for me. I found myself comparing her to Brooke. Brooke was a natural beauty while Jasmine was always so made up that I had no idea what she really looked like underneath the makeup. I did know her assets were enhanced. Double Ds made her tits bigger than Brooke’s. But Brooke’s were real. And so was her ass, a thing Jasmine couldn’t say was about herown.
Blood-red lips parted as one slender hand went to rest on her hip. “Yes, I have missed you. So how about we catch up? How about tonight? I’ve had a bit of a dry spell here of late. I could use a good romp, if you get what I’m saying. You’re still up for helping a girl out when she needs it,right?”
I always had been. But I wasn’t feeling it now. Not with her anyway. “Jasmine, things have changed in mylife.”
She looped her arm around mine and led me off to take a seat at one of the outside tables where waiting patrons of the restaurant would sit until a table was ready for them inside. “Tell me about it, Gannon. I want to heareverything.”
“I have a son now,” I told her as we took seats right next to each other. She made sure our outer thighs were touching, and she didn’t let go of my armeither.
Turning just enough so her tit touched my chest, she sighed and put on a smile. “A son! Oh, that’s fantastic, Gannon. And how old is he? And his motheris?”
“He’s two. His mother is a witch who never even told me about him until very recently. I had a DNA test done when she came to my office and told me she was going to dump the boy if I didn’t takehim.”
“Oh, Lord. She does sound like a bitch.” Jasmine waved her free hand in front of her face as if the thought made her hot or something. “So, it’s you and this poor boy.” One of her perfectly manicured eyebrows rose. “Allalone?”
“Pretty much. Well, I had to hire a full-time sitter to stay with him.” A sharp stab of pain in my heart made me think I was doing something wrong. Like talking to Jasmine was the wrong thing to do. And pretending that Brooke was just the babysitter was wrongtoo.
But there wasn’t anything wrong with either thing. I was a free man. And Brooke could never be anything more than my kid’s sitter and myfriend.
