to feel bad for not knowing how to feel about your mom. Just because you don’t know how to show it doesn’t mean you don’t care.” She added, her hand resting gently on my shoulder. Her brown eyes were filled with worry.
“I don’t know whether to tell Neri and Sam.”
“Sam, not so much, but Neri I think you should tell. If she finds out you knew and didn’t tell her…”
Ara had a point. Neri was mature for her fifteen years, and she would be hurt if she thought I didn’t think she could handle this.
“Why don’t you call Devon?” Ara asked suddenly.
“Why?” I looked at her as if she’d grown a second head. Why on earth would I call him? That had to be the worst idea ever, and that was coming from the girl working in a brothel.
“I don’t know. Ask him what he thinks about telling the kids. As in, how serious he thinks this information is.”
“It’s blood, Ara. I’d say it’s pretty damn serious.” I grumbled. Ara held her hands up in defense.
“Just an idea, Kait.” She gathered up her phone and laptop, “I have some studying to do for an exam. If you decide to go out anywhere, I’ll be home.” She wiggled her eyebrows, making me laugh.
Where the hell did she think I was going to go? Did she think I was going to hunt him down?
I fiddled with my phone, wondering if Ara was right. If I called him, then that would tell me if there was any interest there. Even today, the way he looked at me sent my insides crazy. Finally, I gave in and texted him.
Do you think I should tell the kids about today?
I decided on a message because it was less confronting. I didn’t want to call him, and embarrass myself any more than I already had.
Want to grab a coffee with me?
Hell yes I did.
I responded with a simple yes. I didn’t want to seem too keen.
Devon leaned on the porch, his arms crossed across his chest. He wore jeans that were fraying at the end, and a charcoal grey jacket over a black shirt. I could’ve quite happily spent the next few hours just staring at him, but that would’ve been creepy.
“Kait?” The sound of his voice brought me out of my daydream. I blushed. Why did he have this effect on me? “You ready?” He asked. I nodded and followed him to the car.
“Where are we going?” I wondered curiously.
He pulled the car out of reverse and headed off down the street. I watch as the identical houses passed, each with the same manicured gardens, the same oversized garages, and the same picket fences.
“You wanted coffee.” It was a statement, not a question, so I didn’t answer. It still didn’t really tell me where we were going, but I left it at that.
After fifteen minutes, we pulled up outside of an apartment block on the outskirts of the city. I looked around in surprise. No coffee houses. No diners. I looked at him questionably. A smile spread across his face.
“You didn’t say where you wanted coffee.” He shrugged, “I happen to have a state of the art espresso machine.” He added, winking. I blushed, hoping he didn’t think coffee was a euphemism for something else.
“Convenient.” I muttered, climbing out of the car. I was not going to sleep with him. Not going to happen.
No way.
My resolve faltered slightly when I caught a glimpse of Devon’s soft dark hair. I wondered what it smelt like. I could just imagine the scent of shampoo mixed with his natural smell…
Stop! Jesus Kaitlin, get a grip!
This was such a bad idea. No matter how many times I told myself I wasn’t going to sleep with him, it was like dangling a chocolate bar in front of a child. There was only so much I could resist.
Chapter Nineteen
We reached the door, him walking in front of me.
Two steps lower than him, I found myself staring right at his ass. My eyes widened as I took in the view. Taking a deep breath, I tried to control my strong desire to jump him.
Finally, the door was open and I was inside his house. I breathed a sigh of relief, not sure I could have handled staring at his ass for much longer without doing or saying something stupid.
“The living room is through there.” He pointed to his left. “Or you can come with me into the kitchen.”
I eyed him suspiciously as a