Page 80 of Fall For Me
What the fuck?Eight weeks?!
Hannah catches my expression and laughs, giving my hand a gentle pat. “It’s okay, Lucifer. My mouth works just fine . . . Don’t you worry your pretty little head . . . Head. Ha! I’ll be giving a lot of that!”
Holy fuck, Hannah.
I glance over at her dad. It’s probably the first time in my life where my cheeks flame in embarrassment.
He drags his hands down his face, and with a deep sigh, he stands. “On that note, if you’ve got her, I think I’ve had about enough. I’m gonna go out to the waiting room and give everyone an update,” he says, heading out of the room.
“You can’t say things like that in front of your dad, baby,” I whisper, kissing her forehead, and easing myself off the bed. “Come on let’s get you home.”
“So antsy to get in my mouth. You could at least buy me dinner first.”
“How long does this stuff last?” I ask.
“Oh, about 48 hours.”
Fuck me, I’m in for a long night.
The nurse pushes the wheelchair closer, and I carefully shift Hannah’s legs off the bed. Draping each one of her arms around my neck, I lift her and place her into the chair. Those pretty eyes find mine as I tilt her chin up to look at me.
“You okay? Did I hurt you?”
“I’m good.”
“Mackenzie,” Coach calls from behind, startling the fuck out of me.
What the hell?
I thought he was gone. I whip around, and he jerks a nod toward the hallway.
“I’ll be right back,” I say to Hannah, then turn to the nurse. “Mind sitting with her for a few minutes?”
“Not at all. Go ahead.”
Coach and I meet out in the hallway, and he leans against the wall with his arms crossed over his chest.
“I’m sorry about what she said earlier—” I start, but he waves me off.
“That’s not what this is about.”
I’m left wondering what the fuck I did this time as he stares me down.
“Look, I need to get back to your daughter, especially if you’re just gonna stand here and stare at me all day. This intimidation tactic isn’t going to work on me, Coach, and quite frankly, this isn’t the time or place to start shit with me?—”
“I’ve been too hard on you. Hannah’s right; I saw a lot of myself in you. I still do, but I also see how you are with her . . . I’ll be the first to admit I was wrong to think the worst. I judged you based on the person you wanted everyone to believe you were, but I learned something a long time ago . . . If you’re going to judge someone, you judgethem based on their actions when they think no one’s watching. That’s when you’ll find the true character of a man, son.”
He reaches out, offering me his hand, and I grasp it in a firm grip, not taking my eyes from his. “Take care of my little girl’s heart, Sean, and there won't be any more problems between us.”
“You have my word.”
With a nod, he turns to leave the past where it belongs, and I head back into the room to face my future.
Twenty-Four
Sean
“You’re not going to work,” I argue, struggling with my tie.
