“I’m not trying to be funny, Jude. I’m dead serious.” He shuffled back, his hands digging through his hair and leaving it in spiky tufts all over his head.
Damn it. I loved that look.
And if I was honest with myself, I loved the boy he’d been and I thought I could love the man he was now.
“Jude, I’m not joking.” He huffed out a frustrated growl and walked towards me again, crowding into my space and daring me to back down. Daring me not to hear him out. Daring me to run from him, from this. I stood up to him, brushing his chest with mine, nose-to-nose with the man who made me want. “I am so sorry that I suggested that you settle for less than everything with Gideon. You were right. I was too focused on the numbers and the stats and the odds and I forgot that you weren’t any of those things. I forgot that you were a man who simply wanted a chance to be a father. Forgive me.” I opened my mouth to tell him that he was forgiven but he kept talking, his fingers brushing against the inside of my wrist and I shivered in response to the caress. “Jude, I know that this has been fast but we have a bad habit of walking away from each other and I don’t want to do that anymore. I don’t want to wonder what we could be if we gave it a shot.”
He was saying everything I wanted him to say. Everything. But something hadn’t change. It wouldn’t change.
I leaned in and kissed him, just a brush of our mouths because I needed to feel him again. And I know he tasted the regret on my lips because his eyes blurred with doubt. “Adam, I have to focus on Gideon. He has to be my number one priority now.”
Adam chuckled, biting his lower lip as he dragged his fingers through my hair, smoothing it off my face. “That’s why I’m so fucking crazy about you. The way you love Gideon . . . it shows me your capacity to love . . . I want that . . . I want the chance to make you love me that much.” He traced his fingers over my cheek and I leaned into it, craving his touch. “But I’m not interested in getting in between you and your son. You’ve already lost so much time. I just want the chance to be part of your life and when you think it’s right and when I’ve earned that honor . . . I want to be part of Gideon’s life too.”
He pulled me towards him and kissed me again, deep and tender. I felt the electricity of it everywhere, so I groaned when he pulled away and took his warmth with him. I ached with wanting it, needing him.
I was done denying how much I wanted him in my life. I wanted the chance he talked about; a chance to find out what we could be to each other. Hadn’t I told myself each day behind bars that I wouldn’t waste this when I was on the outside? That I wouldn’t waste the precious gifts of grace when they showed up in my life? I had and now it was time to live the life I’d dreamed about.
I slipped my hand around the back of his neck, holding him close. I let my smile take over my face, allowing my happiness to show. It felt good to be happy, it felt good to see a future with Adam in it. “You forgot Fat Dave. You’ve got to take Fat Dave too. This family is a package deal.”
Adam grinned as he stepped back, creating enough space between us for him to fish something out of his pocket. It was a small packet of pills and he waved them in the air.
“My doctor prescribed allergy pills. Fat Dave can abuse me all he wants.”
Now it was my turn to smile, pressing one last kiss to his lips before I yelled towards the house. “Grab that extra fishing rod, Gideon. Adam is coming with us.”
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THE END
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A USAToday bestseller, Robin Covington loves to explore the theme of fooling around and falling in love in her books. Her stories burn up the sheets. . .one page at a time. When she’s not writing she’s collecting tasty man candy, indulging in a little comic book geek love, hoarding red nail polish and stalking Chris Evans.
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