Page 35 of CowSex
“Anything you wanna watch?” he asks as soon as we sit.
“No clue, what’s on?”
He begins to flick through the channels at such a speed I have no chance to work out what I’m seeing.
Eventually, he stops on an American football game.
I yawn loudly.
His eyes cut to me, and I give him my sweet smile before popping a piece of steak into my mouth.
“Steak’s excellent. Never had it grilled before. Only fried or barbequed.”
He ignores me and carries on watching the game, or at least pretends to.
“So, how old’s your son?”
“Just turned nineteen.”
“Really? You don’t look old enough to have a son that age,” I say to be nice.
“I’m not. I was younger than he is now when I became a father. You wanna beer? I don’t have any wine, just bourbon.”
“Beer’s good.”
I’m not really a fan, but for some reason, I’m in the mood for a drink.
I manage one more mouthful and set my tray aside as he comes back into the room with two bottles.
“Thank you,” I say, taking the beer from his hand. I wait for him to take a swig and continue eating before I start my interrogation again.
“That must’ve been hard, becoming a dad so young.”
“Was what it was. I did what I had to do.”
So yeah, he’s gonna give me nothing then.
“Does he live with his mum?”
Koa’s fork, which is loaded with a piece of steak and some green beans stops halfway to his mouth, which is hanging wide open.
I checked his ring finger earlier, no wedding ring and no tan line to say that one has ever been there.
I may find him attractive and be desperately in need of some intimacy with a living, breathing human, but I’m not desperate enough to be sniffing around someone else’s husband.
He turns his gaze to meet mine. “Withmymom.” He shoves his food into his mouth and chews.
“Really? That’s nice. They’re close then? I was close to my grandparents, I told ya that already.”
“Close enough,” he replies without taking his eyes from the telly.
I watch him eat for a while longer and sip my beer.
“Does she live close by?”
“Who?”
“Your mum.”
