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Me:
About ten minutes ago.
Before I could type any more, my phone started to ring in my hand. I answered, and she immediately said, “You take too long to text.”
“I’m sorry. I was trying.”
“It’s my fault. I’m not patient enough for texting when it comes to you and your Fury men,” she scoffed.
"It’s not really a big deal.”
“Maybe not, but it meant enough for you to text me in the middle of the night about it. So, spill it. What happened, and don’t leave anything out.”
I explained how we’d crossed paths at the pizza place and how he’d invited me to eat with them. This time, I told her about the stolen glances and the tension I thought I’d felt between us. Then, I told her about the call and how I’d offered to take the kids back to his place.
I decided to let it all out, so I even shared how I’d snooped around his place and put on his sweatshirt. I then jumped to the bit where he woke me and ticked me off by trying to get one of the guys to drive me home, like he didn’t trust that I could make it a few blocks on my own.
She immediately responded with, “He was just being protective, girl.”
“It was more than that.”
“What do you mean?”
“He still sees me as some stupid kid who can’t fend for herself.”
“Ummm.” Her tone turned mischievous as she said, “And you wanted him to see you as a strong, beautiful, sexy woman who he’d like to throw over his shoulder and play caveman with.”
“Shut up. That’s not funny.”
“But it’s true.”
“It’s not.”
“You’re saying you don’t want him to find you attractive.”
“I’m saying I don’t want him to treat me like a child, because I am not, in fact, a child.”
“Says the woman who threw a tantrum because a man offered to get her a ride home.”
“I did not throw a tantrum.”
“You undressed in front of him and stormed out of his house.”
“I don’t know why I thought talking to you about this was a good idea.”
“Because you know I’ll always tell you the truth.”
She wasn’t wrong. I knew she would be honest with me, and she was right. I didn’t want Ravage to see me as Jax’s niece. That didn’t necessarily mean that I wanted him to be all caveman about it. I just wanted him to see me. Just me.
Maybe that was the problem.
Because if Ravage ever did see me the way I wanted him to, I wasn’t sure what would come of it. Like she could read my mind, Chrissy announced, “You know what you should do?”
“I’m afraid to ask.”
“Date,” she answered emphatically. “And date a lot.”
“There’s no one I want to date.”
