Men Of Honor Eric - Jordan Silver Page 0,27
once, I didn’t feel like jumping her as soon as I saw her. After her initial surprise at me being home this early, I left her to what she was doing and headed to my home office to brood. She came in not five minutes later.
“Okay, let’s have it. Do I stink? Is my hair matted? Food on my face from lunch?” She smelt her armpit, ran her fingers through her hair, and brushed at the corners of her lips after each question while I looked on puzzled.
“What’re you talking about?”
“You’ve been home for more than five minutes, and I’m still vertical.” She quirked her brow at me and grinned!
“Is that your way of saying I fuck you too much?” She walked over and took the hand I held out to her.
“No, I’m not complaining, I’m just saying.” Now she was pouting. I pulled her onto my lap to sit.
“I just have some stuff on my mind, babe, nothing to worry about.”
“Is it the new hotel? Did something go wrong at the site?” I wrapped my arms around her hips and looked up at her face. I try not to burden her with shit. I especially don’t want her worrying about her ex or mine, but maybe she would have a different perspective than me on this thing. Before I could broach the subject, though, she hit me with a whammy.
“What exactly went on yesterday when you went to see Sam? Tyler must’ve called me every hour on the hour. He keeps trying to play it off, but I get the feeling he’s checking up on me to make sure I’m okay. Spill!”
“Tyler’s been calling you all day? That’s weird; he hasn’t called me once. Nothing really major happened yesterday, so I doubt it has anything to do with that. I’ll have a chat with him when he gets home.”
“No, don’t do that. I’m not saying it in a negative way. It actually feels kind of good to have a grown son looking out for me. Now I know I don’t have to worry about Lora at her new school because if he’s this worried about me, I can only imagine how protective he is of her.”
“Speaking of which, have you noticed? Nah, never mind.”
Thank heavens she dropped it and didn’t push because that train of thought would only lead us down a slippery slope. I’m just thinking that yesterday Tyler was entirely too invested in those flowers. I didn’t notice it at the time, but he’d asked the florist the meaning of the color of the yellow lilies along with some other shit they had there and then decided to throw in some lavender roses which I didn’t catch the meaning of because I have better shit to do with my time.
“Justine, what do lavender roses mean?” She looked at me like I was stupid.
“What do you mean?”
“Uh, nothing. I was just drifting, that’s all.” She pressed the back of her hand to my forehead to check for fever.
“You’re not coming down with something, are you?” I took her hand and kissed the back of her fingers. “I’m perfectly fine. Go on and finish up what you were doing. We’ll go for one of those long drives you like later this evening, okay.” She looked pleased as she got up and left, and I waited until she cleared the door before pulling up Google on my phone. “Oh shit!”
Eric
The kid must be wondering what the hell is up with me since I keep staring at him ever since he walked through the door after school earlier this evening. “What’s your problem?” Fuck, the boy is all grown up, isn’t he? He didn’t even look at me when he asked me that, just kept paging through the book he was pretending to study.
I say pretend because his stepsister had just left the room when I walked in, and after knowing what I now know about those damn roses, I’m not sure what the hell they were doing in here before I came in.
I squinted at him until it got to be too much, and he closed the book and glared at me. “What dad? Damn! Why you clocking me so hard?” I’m not about to navigate my way through the asshole language of youth; I have no idea what the fuck he just said. “You dating anyone lately?”
“I don’t date, dad, I…”
“Hold it, sorry, I asked.” I held up my hand to ward him off. The last time I discussed