Page 62 of Finding Us
“Don’t be. Things could have been worse.”I could’ve ended up like my mother.“It brought Betty into my life.”
“Betty?”
“The founder of Bridge.”
“Oh.”
“She helped me get my life back on track. I owe her so much … Bridge was her dream, so when she passed, I had to keep it going. You know, for her.”
“Betty died?”
“Yes. She had a massive heart attack.”Fuck, I miss her.And I hate that she never got to meet Blake. She would’ve loved him so much. I lift my hand and click my fingers together. “She was here one minute, and gone the next.”
I have to turn my face away when an image of her lifeless body lying on the kitchen floor flashes through my mind. I try not to think about that day; it was one of the worst days of my life, and that’s saying something considering the things I’ve experienced.
“Oh, Mason,” Red says, placing her hand on my arm.
My eyes snap back to hers. “You called me Mason.”
“It’s your name.”
“I’ve never heard you use it before.” I stare down at her, and the air crackles between us. So much so it has her retreating a step. I quickly close the distance again, which has her taking another step backwards. “I’m still going to call you Red,” I admit.
“Of course, you are,” she replies, narrowing her eyes.
The corners of my lips tug up; I love her sass.
I continue moving forward until she has nowhere left to go. Her back is now pressed against the wall in the hallway outside my son’s room. My bedroom door is only a few metres away, and the thought has all the blood in my body rushing to my cock.
The things I want to do to her.
I place my flattened palms against the wall on either side of her head. “What are you doing?” she asks breathlessly.
“Trapping you.”
She swallows thickly. “Why?”
“Because the wolf is hungry.”
“I made you dinner, it’s covered in the fridge.”
“I’m not hungry for food, Red.”
She draws the corner of her lip between her teeth and bites down. I use my thumb to free it, dragging her plump bottom lip down as I go. Fuck, I want to devour this woman.
“What are you hungry for?” she whispers.
“You!”
“We can’t.”
“Why?”
“Connor.”
“We’re both adults, Red. What you and I do behind closed doors is none of Connor’s business.”
“I washed Blake’s uniform,” she deflects. “It’s hanging on the fold-out line in the laundry.”
