it?”
Mike shook his head.
Ignoring Cam, he turned to face me. “How you doing today, Lee?”
“Fine,” I mumbled, thoroughly embarrassed, and confused as hell.
I knew those two didn’t exactly see eye to eye, but they’d seemed to have called a truce while I was in hospital.
But after this display, it looked like they were back to the trenches.
“Do yourself a favor, Lee,” Cam said, fixing her glare on me. “And open your eyes. Running to the father of your baby’s brother, is sick. He is bad news and you are looking for trouble.”
Cam stormed out of the restaurant before I had a chance to respond, which was just as well, because, quite frankly, I wasn’t sure I could.
“Ignore her,” Mike said, patting my back. “She’s being irrational.”
“Huh?” I said, still in shock over Cam’s outburst. “Does she think something is happening between us?” I asked, appalled.
What she had said, made me sound like a whore.
Mike shook his head. “No, I don’t think so.” He frowned. “I think she’s making sure that nothing does happen between us.”
Dropping into Cam’s vacated chair, I shook my head, sickened at the thought.
“That’s disgusting.”
Mike chuckled. “Ouch, Lee, way to hit a man when he’s down.”
“Mike,” I warned, not in the mood for jokes.
There was nothing funny about what Cam was accusing me of.
“Relax, Lee,” Mike said, smiling. “I know a lost cause when I see one. You’re in love with my brother, I get it. I’m not looking for anything more than friendship. I thought you knew that?”
“I did, I do,” I assured him. “It’s hurtful that other people don’t.”
“Screw Cam,” Mike muttered. A frown creased his brow. “She’s interfering in your life, when she should be looking at her own.”
“What do you mean?” I asked, staring into Mike’s troubled brown eyes.
“Nothing,” Mike muttered, before smiling broadly at me. “So, how’s my little niece, or nephew?”
I smiled, and sighed in relief as I rambled on about my baby, glad to change the topic of conversation.
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Kyle
I was watching a movie and eating Chinese food with Derek when the front door opened, then shut quietly, and Lee’s curly head hurried passed the open, living-room door.
Bruno, who had been still as a statue, staring down our food, bounded out of the room after her.
“Don’t,” Derek said quietly when I went to get up. “Just give her time, dude. Don’t chase her off when she’s just in the door.”
I didn’t want to listen to Derek, but he was right.
Lee was avoiding me, had been since our kiss yesterday. Obviously, she wasn’t ready to deal with me, and I sure as hell didn’t want to chase her away.
I had enough odds stacked against me; I didn’t want to add my stupid ass to the equation.
Lowering myself back down, I resumed my position of staring at the door.
“That’s all I seem to be giving her,” I muttered, as I took a slug of beer from my bottle.
I didn’t taste it; it wasn’t doing anything for me tonight. “I’m walking on eggshells around her, when I should be sorting it out.”
“And what , exactly, do you think will happen if you chase after her right now?” Derek asked in an agitated tone. “Do you think Lee is just gonna forget all the shit that happened to her, and no offence, Kyle, but most of it you caused? Do you think she’s gonna roll over like a dog? Dude, she is hurt and hormonal as shit. Keep pressurizing her and she’ll run.”
“I get that,” I groaned. “But she is carrying my baby, whose life I want to be involved in. I need to be involved in. Derek, you’ve seen the relationship I have with my father; I will not have my kid growing up all fucked up, like I did.”
“Yeah, you are pretty fucked up,” Derek agreed, swallowing a mouthful of Chow-Mein. “But Lee will come around. She’s a good girl, too good for your ugly ass. She’ll do the right thing. Give her
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