Chapter 37
37
FIONA
After the partially naked, come-to-Jesus conversation with Dax, I headed to the bookstore’s bathroom to clean up. On the way, I couldn’t miss the look of the woman who’d been conscripted into running the store while we… God, had very noisy sex on Hannah’s desk. She and anyone else in the store had to think I had a spanking kink. Which I guessed I did. No one needed bionic hearing to get an earful.
Yet from her spot behind the counter, she grinned and gave me a thumbs up. “Best soundtrack for a romance bookstore. Sold over fifteen books since you two went in there!”
Okay, then .
I stared at myself in the mirror. Saw the red rimmed eyes.
I’d cried. A lot. I’d been a blubbering mess. The last thing a guy wanted after sex. That and the verbal diarrhea where I told him about my dad.
Except he hadn’t run. He hadn’t laughed or told me how cold blooded I was. He’d said That’s really fucking good, sweetheart.
Good that I put my father in prison.
Then he told me about his mother, how his dad took matters into own hands when the police couldn’t get the justice she deserved.
I should’ve been appalled. Should’ve asked his dad’s name so I could look into it and arrest him. That was what I would have done in the past.
Now, after spending a few days in this stupid town, I didn’t know what was driving me any longer. My father had been in prison for five years. Once the prison door slid shut behind him, I should’ve let it drop. Should’ve moved on with my life. But I hadn’t.
I was too by-the-books. I was a rule-following hardass.
What examples of normal did I have growing up? None. I had Vincent Genovese.
As I turned on the water, I heard Dax speaking in the office.