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“Nah. I was gonna make some eggs and bacon. You want some bacon?” He pushed away from the table and laughed as Braxton bobbed his head up and down.
Bent over looking for the frying pan, he knew Cara had come back into the room. The scent of spiced vanilla wisped around him, and his dick twitched. He stood up and saw her in black skinny jeans, a sweater that clung temptingly to her tits, and knee-high black leather boots. Her wavy chestnut hair spilled down around her.
“You look real good,” he said, his muscles tensing when she threw him a dirty look.
She took Isa out of the high chair, wiped her face, and slipped her arms into a plaid fleece jacket with a panda bear on the front. “All set?” Isa giggled and clung to Cara. “Have a good day with your father.” She bent over and kissed Braxton on top of his head.
When she walked past him to go to the garage, Hawk pulled her back and nuzzled his face into her neck. “I know you’re pissed at me, babe. I fucked up, but don’t be this way.”
With cold eyes, she stared at him. “Doris called me this morning.” Ice dripped from her words.
“You can’t believe the shit she told you. I was set up, and I threw the whore’s ass out of the club.”
“Watch your language around Isa. I’m not in the mood for excuses.” She jerked away from him and walked away.
A few minutes later, the rumble of the garage door opening and closing told him she was gone.She can’t stay pissed off at me forever. Or can she?Cara could be very stubborn, and he’d have to bide his time. But if she took too long, he’d have to remind her why she fell in love with him.
She was his woman to the end, and nothing was ever going to change that.
Chapter Fifteen
Chas
Jack sat onthe couch, his head down, and Addie stood in front of him, her face taut, hands on hips.
“What’s going on?” Chas asked, entering the living room.
“Mrs. D’Angelo called about Jack.”
Tossing his jacket on the chair, Chas darted his gaze to Jack and then back to Addie. “Who’s she?”
“His principal. She said Jack got in a fight with a boy at school.”
Thrusting his chest out, Chas grinned and put his hand on Jack’s shoulder, squeezing it. “Way to go, Champ.”
Jack looked up and Chas high-fived him.
“You’re not mad?” his son asked.
“Fuck no.” Addie clearing her throat reminded Chas she was still in the room. He glanced at her furrowed brow. “What?”
“You’re applauding him for hurting another boy? Are you thinking this through?”
“I’m telling him he did a good job standing up to a fuckin’ bully.”
“Are you being bullied? You never told me.”
“That’s not the kind of shit a boy tells his mom. Anyway, I took care of it.” Chas sat on the arm of the couch.
“And how did you do that?” Redness mottled her face.
“By teaching him some moves to protect himself. I can’t believe you’re so bent outta shape over this. A man needs to know how to stand up for himself.”
“But he’s not a man, Chas. He’s a boy, or can’t you see that?”
“Every man was a boy. It’s never too early to show that you’re tough. You get respect that way and people don’t mess with you.” Chas looked at Jack, who had his head down again. He went over and ruffled his hair. “You did good. Did the fucker go down and stay down?”
A gleam shone in his eyes and he laughed. “Better than that, Dad. He ran away and everybody cheered and came up to me. It was awesome.” He glanced at his mother. “Sorry, Mom,” he mumbled.
