Page 77 of Make or Break

I looked into those gorgeous brown eyes…and still couldn’t get a read on that gleam.

“Do you want kids?” he asked.

My brows lowered. “I thought you were going to answer my question.”

His lips twisted taking his beard with it. “Yes. Now what about you?”

“Also, yes, but in time…and that’s why I think you might have a problem with me.”

He almost smiled. “How many?”

I arched a brow. “Maybe two, definitely no more than three.”

He stared at my headboard for a beat. “Two works, but three’s gonna depend on the timing. I’d rather not be sixty-six and teaching a teenager how to drive.”

I chuckled. “Uncle Mick did it.”

Tundra gave me a disbelieving look. “The hell he did.”

I smiled. “You want a family though.”

He nodded. “With the right woman, yeah. And so far, Mickayla, you’re not just a good woman, but one of the best.”

I cupped his cheek. “Honey.”

“I think that answers your other question.”

It didn’t, but I could let that go for now.

“Doesn’t it?” he pressed.

I trailed my fingers from his beard along his neck and to his shoulder. “No, but we’ve had quite the conversation, so that can wait.”

With his arms around me, he rolled to his back taking me with him. It caught me by surprise and I laughed. That gleam in his eye had vanished. I sobered quickly.

“For a long time, I wasn’t looking to settle down. By the time I was, either I had a type or I missed the signs of women I should have let go of much sooner.”

“What do you mean?”

“This is not the place to talk about that bitch, but you already figured out Sarah had a different reaction to Mom’s house.”

“Yeah,” I drew that out.

“When we left Mom’s, Sarah didn’t ask if I enjoyed Thanksgiving. Instead, she asked if Brandy and I would split it all.”

I did a long blink. “Your mom is still very much alive.”

Underneath me, his body shook with his silent chuckle. “Yeah. Let’s just say the three other women before her that I thought might stand a chance…their true colors weren’t that much different.”

I shook my head. “I’m not trying to be obtuse here, but you’re going to have to be more specific because Sarah didn’t use your road name and didn’t seem that dialed into your life from what I’ve gathered.”

He pressed his lips together. “They all sensed I came from money. Even in high school, once girls found out what Dad did for a living, they were more interested in me, which really meant they saw—”

“They were gold-diggers, you mean.”

He slid a hand up and down my back. “Hard to be a gold-digger in high school, but they fell all over themselves to make me happy, only it was all fake.”

I sighed. “I hate that you went through that, but I love that even back then you were smart enough to see some bitches for what they really are, because some high-school aged guys would’ve made the most of girls falling at their feet like that.”