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I could list off the things that constantly had me hung up but I didn’t think that meant I loved the woman.
Cared about her? Sure. I could admit that. If something happened to her, I’d be wrecked. And let’s not forget all the reasons I kept going back to her. While I knew I’d get sex out of it, that wasn’t why I always went runnin’. I knew that when she called she needed me for reasons beyond an orgasm. That was just the sweet reward after it all.
“No,” he said shaking me out of my thoughts. “You haven’t fallen yet, but you are caught in her trap. You keep goin’ back to her and it’s only a matter of time.”
I said nothing because I knew he was right.
If I saw more of the woman that gave a little like the other night, then it sure as hell was going to happen.
“Alright, knock this shit off,” I said with a grunt. “Let’s find you a better lawyer. This shit has got to stop.”
He let out a heavy sigh. I knew he didn’t want to deal with it but I was tired of this bitch jerkin’ him around just because she hated the world. Mason was a good fuckin’ guy and if he had the chance, like really had a chance, he would be a damn good dad to that boy. Too many years had already ticked by since he found out he had a son. I was puttin’ my foot down and giving him help though he didn’t even ask for it.
“I don’t want this to turn ugly,” he said with a kind of protective sternness in his tone.
“It already has, brother,” I said as I stood and patted him on the back.
I headed up to the office. I had intended to make some calls and find out who the best lawyer for his situation was in town.
Only as my ass hit the seat behind my desk, I got lost in thoughts about Petra. Maybe I was gettin’ tired of how things were going. Or maybe I could no longer deny that I wanted more.
It took me too damn long to shake myself out of what was running through my head. Damn, I needed some sleep.
Scrubbing my hands over my face, I pulled myself into focus. Then I reached for my phone and did what I needed to do.
An hour later, I texted Mason with the name and number of who he should call. I’d done my part, now it was time for him to take the next step. I figured he was at that point, having been pushed one too many times.
Then I went down and had dinner with my brothers, determined to enjoy the rest of the night and have a few beers. Maybe I would actually get some sleep tonight.
