“What kind of piece of shit bails on their kid?”
I swallowed. “I don’t know. Why don’t you ask my mother?”
Chapter10
“How old were you,”he asked quietly. “When she left?”
“Five.”
He nodded slowly.
I hadn’t meant to blurt out my past, but if we were going to get to know each other, then I had to be real with him. I hoped by being honest, he’d do the same. Open up just a bit and show me he was more than a rolling stone who’d only come back because he’d wanted to sleep with me again.
“You’re welcome to try and unpack that,” I said with a strained laugh, wishing I hadn’t said anything at all.
“Don’t need to,” he said. “It’s pretty self-explanatory.”
“What about you?”
“What about me, what?”
“What about your parents?”
He paused for a long moment, and then he said, “Look, we’re just starting to get to know each other, yeah? We don’t have to dive too deep right off the bat. Let’s ease into it.”
“You know, when you’re mysterious and evasive it makes me want to know more.”
“Good. It’ll keep you interested.”
Though his tone was light, I knew there was something deeper he was concealing. I felt uncomfortable, having shared something so personal without Slash reciprocating.
“I need to go to the restroom.”
Slash got up out of the booth. I grabbed my purse and brushed past him. I asked a server the direction of the restroom and nodded my thanks when she pointed the way.
Thankfully, the bathroom was empty, so I had some privacy. I pulled out my cell phone and dialed Jazz.
“How goes the date?” she asked the moment she picked up.
“It’s not—”
“A date, right. What’s wrong?”
“It feels like a date that I don’t want to be a date because how the hell do you date your one-night stand who is suddenly the father of your child?”
“Sounds harder than sudoku.”
“You know what the biggest problem is?”
“This feels like a trick question.”
“Even though I’m scared of the future, I’m starting to ask questions that include Slash in my future. What happens when my hormones hijack my body and my mind?”
The door to the restroom opened.
“What are you doing in here?” I demanded.
“Who’s in where?” Jazz asked.