The Perfect Fix (Perfect Kisses #5) - Miley Maine Page 0,14

you to do that to Travis. I just want him to go to school and I know that’s what you want as well. I just want the best for him.”

There are so many things I want to scream at him at that moment, but none of it comes out. Of course, I want the best for my child, how could he even ask me that question? But if I turn down Marc’s offer right now, then I guess I’m not doing what’s best for my child after all. If I keep Travis out of school when he doesn’t need to be, doesn’t that put me in the bad seat? Doesn’t that make me selfish and full of pride? A bad mother? Someone who Travis will go on to resent later in life?

But if I do accept this, then it puts me in an even worse position than I’m already in. My finances will go even further down the drain because I can’t take this money from Marc and not pay him back. I’m not the sort of person who can just take that charity. It isn’t me. I have always fought alone; I don’t intend to change that now.

I don’t know what to say to Marc right now, this conversation hasn’t gone as I wanted it to at all, I haven’t really been able to make him understand, and I don’t see how I can do it now. He has knocked me off my kilter, so all I can do is walk away and try to process this. I need to make some serious decisions about what I’m going to do next.

Knock, knock.

Knock, knock.

Knock, knock.

I rush to the front door, wondering who the hell is going to be visiting me at this late hour. No one ever comes to my place aside from the post man and he doesn’t turn up after I have put Travis to bed. My instinct wants me to ignore the sound, but I have a feeling that since the person is still knocking, he or she isn’t going anywhere.

“Oh, God.” It’s Marc. Why didn’t I guess that it was going to be him? “What do you want? Don’t you think we said everything that we needed to say earlier on?”

“We didn’t really say anything,” he confirms, and I have to admit that he’s right. Nothing was really sad; we just yelled a lot. “It just turned in to a bit of a slanging match. Now that we have calmed down, I thought that it might be better if you and I have a proper talk.”

I don’t want that, I really don’t want that, I don’t feel like I have anything to say to Marc right now, not when I haven’t decided what way I’m going to go, but admittedly I do feel a little calmer than I did before, so I suppose he’s probably right.

“Okay fine.” I step back to invite him inside. “Come in. We can have a talk.”

He heads straight for my kitchen and I follow him before we both take the seats at my little dining table. This table is fine for Travis and myself, but it feels a bit close for comfort with Marc, I can almost feel him touching me even though he definitely isn’t.

“I don’t know where to start,” I admit. “I don’t really know what you want me to say. I don’t know how I’m supposed to be happy about this when there was no warning. You must have seen that this would be hard for me to accept. Even if you don’t really know me, you must understand that I would find this a challenge when I’m so desperately trying to do everything for myself.”

“I get that, I understand, I really do.” He nods and half smiles looking very guilty. “I wasn’t thinking about how you would take it when I did it, to be honest. I just didn’t like the idea of Travis being out of school for such a silly reason. And I know money isn’t a silly reason to you, but as an outsider, I don’t think finances should affect the child’s education. I would love it if we didn’t live in that world.”

This knocks me sideways. Everything that I thought I might say goes out the window again. He seems to have a talent for doing that. For changing my mind like that. It makes it very hard to keep my head straight.

“Yes, it definitely isn’t ideal,” I reply quietly. “It doesn’t seem