"Of all the shit she sent over, why did she focus on that?"
I blinked. "Good point. I'll start digging."
"I'll send you anything I think is pertinent."
"Great. Appreciate that."
Though I thought he was about to dismiss me, he asked, "What made you come up here this morning?"
"I was thinking about Star. I had a conversation with my mom about her, and it kind of pissed me off, but I also get why she’s angry. I get why you’re angry too."
"You’re not though, are you?"
"With Star?" I shook my head. "When she came back into my life, and I realized that everything my family had dismissed as ‘make believe’ was actually true, I promised myself that I’d never let her down again.
"I wish she could confide in me, but I understand why she can’t. I think, if you really do care for her, you need to accept that she isn’t a woman you’ll ever be able to be comfortable around."
His brow puckered. "What’s that supposed to mean?"
"It means she isn’t the little woman. It means that you can’t leave for the office and expect her to always be in the kitchen when you get home with dinner waiting for you."
"I don’t expect that. What about my life makes you think I would?"
I didn’t answer that last part. "Good thing... if you still want her."
He gritted his teeth but gave me a similar answer as before—a question.
"What about the men in my family made you think that when we want a woman, we don’t go after them with everything we’ve fucking got?"
I shot him a smirk. "Then she’s in for one hell of a ride when you get your hands on her, isn’t she?"
"Damn straight," he growled.