I have been looking back over what my life has been like, and to say I am content with how things have been is an understatement, but a little excitement can be fun. Or so I thought.
I thought starting something with Logan, a freaking biker for crying out loud, would be fun, exciting even. But now, I am rethinking my life choices.
I want to go back to work, family, friends, and Glory.
I feel like a fool.
When we were together it felt right, like we were starting something good, but it seems that he was already starting something new with Val. They have history and that is something that I cannot compete with.
Why is it so hard to find a man who only wants me?
“Hey.” I turn to see Cale walking through the door, a mug of coffee in his hand.
He has changed out of his usual school work attire and is now in jeans and a T-shirt, looking anything but a high school coach.
“Hi.” He sits on the Adirondack chair next to me.
“You good?” I nod with a shrug.
“Good. Good.” He faces forward, shifting in his seat like he is uncomfortable.
I grin, hiding behind my mug and sipping my tea.
We sit in silence for a few minutes, just enjoying the view of my aunt’s garden, as Cale does not have a green thumb at all. He would be happy to pour concrete down and make a sports court of some kind.
“So, I know that I am not your father, but I do care for you a lot. You know that, right?” I nod.
“I know. I love you too, Cale. You and Aunt Cass have been there for me when I needed you.”
His eyes glass over as he looks at me. He sniffs, using his thumb and forefinger to squeeze his eyes, chuckling.
“Fucking allergies.”
“Yeah, this time of year is terrible for them.” I giggle.
“Shut it, you.” I giggle louder.
We sit in comfortable silence again, sipping our drinks.
This is what life should be like. Simple, content, and the future ahead of us.
Everything can be taken away so fast that it will make your head spin.
Family is not always about blood, Cale is case in point. This man has only known me for a few years and he has acted more like a father than my bio-dad did. I know that Grady feels the same way.
“So, Cass said that this boy you were dating fucked up. Hurt you,” he states.
I nod. “Maybe. I don’t know.” I shrug, biting my lip.
“I know you, honey; you will want to speak to him to find out for sure. You making assumptions is not something that you do.”
“I know.” I bite the corner of my mouth, my nose burning from unshed tears. “He told me that there was nothing going on with Valarie. He promised me. I slept with him, Cale. I gave him my virginity and then, Val told me that she had been sleeping with him again. I called him. When I was being chased.” I sniff, licking my dry lips.
My body sags, deflating as I say the words.
“Okay, then what happened?”
“He answered. I went to tell him what was wrong. Then I heard her voice. She was asking him if he knew where her sneakers were. So they must be back together, right? There is no other reason for her to be with him.”