He shrugs, moving his mouth to my ear again. His warm breath wafts over my flesh, sending a fresh wave of shivers cascading over my skin. “You won’t let me see him, so I’ve been showing up every morning at camp just to catch a glimpse.”
That’s borderline stalking, but I don’t blame him. I have left him no choice. In this moment, I feel like I’ve been very unfair to Dillon. In my defense, I did it to protect Easton, but he’s turned a corner these past two weeks, and I can’t continue to refuse Dillon. Look how they’ve already bonded, and I can’t deny my son the opportunity to get to know his father. That doesn’t mean I’m going to let Dillon off the hook that easy. “You really don’t understand the word no.”
“That surprises you?” he asks, keeping his face close to mine.
“Not really.” I sigh in relief as we turn into our driveway. I managed to survive a journey with someone else behind the wheel, and I successfully fought an anxiety attack. Perhaps there is hope for me after all.
“I’m the same irritating impatient asshole you hated to love in Ireland.” His eyes sparkle as he teases me, and it would be as easy as breathing to fall back into his arms. Except there are too many secrets and lies between us, too much hurt and pain, and I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to overcome them.
Besides, starting anything with Dillon again would be the ultimate betrayal to Reeve. Dillon needs to be back in my life, but his place in it is clearly defined. He is Easton’s father, and we will be coparents.
That is all he will be to me.
“Things are different now,” I say as Bobby pulls the car to a stop outside our front door. “I’m different, and no matter how much we both might want to turn back the clock, we don’t have a time machine. You’d do well to remember that.”