Chapter 12
Chapter Twelve
HAYDEN
As I walked up Micah’s drive, I noticed that his ranch style home was completely different than my bungalow.
Our neighborhood was much older and more established, meaning it wasn’t full of cookie-cutter houses that all looked exactly the same.
That was one of the many things I loved about this place.
Back in Richmond, Alex had moved us into a big house in a fancy gated neighborhood where every other house was identical, and every yard had the exact same stumpy, undeveloped trees. There was no originality and absolutely no personality.
I pulled in a deep, bolstering breath and knocked on the front door, trying not to fidget as I waited, hoping he would answer.
Micah’s hair was damp from a recent shower when he came to the door, and the woodsy, spicy scent of his aftershave slammed into me, making heat pool in my belly. “Hayden?” he questioned when all I did was stand there staring like an idiot. “What’s goin’ on?”
“Oh, um . . .” I had to shake my head to get my thoughts back in order.
“Sorry, I just . . .” I noticed then that the money he’d given Ivy earlier was still in my hand, so I thrust my arm out.
“I believe this is yours.” He looked at the crumpled bills in confusion.
“It’s the money you gave Ivy. I wanted to return it to you. ”
He looked back to me, his strong, dark brows lifting. “But that was for the swear jar thing.”
I couldn’t stop the smile pulling at my lips. “Yeah, but the swear jar is only for her and me. She knows that.”
He still hadn’t taken the money. “It’s cool. She can keep it. It’s only a few bucks, anyway.”
“No, you don’t understand,” I insisted. “If you don’t take this back, she’ll know she’s got you, and I swear, Micah, she’ll fleece you for everything you’ve got if you aren’t more careful.”
That comment earned me a smirk, the effects of which felt like riding on a rollercoaster. “Yeah, I can see that. Your girl’s pretty used to getting her way, isn’t she?”
“Most of the time,” I answered honestly, shrugging a shoulder. “But mainly only with men.”
He let out a chuckle and finally reached to take the cash. “Fine, I’ll keep this, as long as you tell her I only took it under duress.”
“You got it.”
He watched me for a beat, as if waiting for me to say something else. I struggled to get the words from my throat for several seconds before he gave up, taking a step back. “Okay, well, thanks. I guess I’ll see you around.”
“Wait!” I cried, slapping my hand on the solid wood door as he began to close it on me. “Micah, I—”
“You what?” he pressed when I didn’t finish my sentence.
“Okay, look. I know things between us have been . . .”
“A shit show?” I curled my lips between my teeth to hide my grin while nodding.
“Yeah. That’s one way to put it. Anyway, I’ve been meaning to talk to you.
” I stuffed my hands into the pockets of my jeans and began fidgeting in place.
“I wanted to apologize for how I’ve been acting around you.
Despite what you may think, that’s not me.
I’m really not a mean person, I promise.
Even though I’ve been acting like one lately. ”
He crossed his arms over his chest and rested a shoulder against the door jamb, like he was settling in. He was getting a kick out of watching me squirm, not that I could blame him. If the shoe was on the other foot, I had no doubt I’d be doing the exact same thing.
“So . . . I’m sorry. That’s what I wanted to say.”
“That it?”
“Yep—oh, actually, no,” I blurted, suddenly remembering the real reason I was there. “I also wanted to invite you over for dinner. Ivy told me she asked you, but you turned her down. And, well if you’d like to come, the invitation’s still open.”
His lips curved, revealing those pearly white teeth. “That so?”
His grin was infectious. “Yes, that’s so.” I started walking backward, adding, “It’ll be done in about forty-five minutes. And I know a particular little redhead, about this tall”—I held my hand out at my hip—“who’d be really happy if you showed.”
“Yeah? She the only redhead who’d be happy if I showed?” he called back as I turned and started back toward my house.
“Baby steps, Micah,” I returned. “Baby steps.”
He let out a booming laugh as I crossed back into my yard and scurried up the front walk. I was smiling wide as I stepped into the house and closed the door behind me, hoping more than I cared to admit that he’d show up.
Micah
The door flew open before I finished knocking.
“You came!” I was rocked back a step when the full force of a little four-year-old plowed into my legs, locking them in a vise grip.
My arms shot out at my sides as I fought to keep my balance, looking down into a pair of big, sapphire doe eyes.
“Mommy said she didn’t know, but I told her you’d come, ’cause we’re best friends! ” she declared.
“We are?”
She released my legs and took a step back.
“Yu-huh! You’re my best friend, Mike, who gave me six bucks!
” I gave up trying to get her to say my name correctly, accepting that I would probably forever be known to her as Mike.
All of a sudden, her smile drooped. Her bottom lip poked out, and her chin began to quiver.
“But Mommy took my money away.” Her big blue eyes grew even brighter as tears welled up in them.
Oh shit. Oh fuck. No, no, no, no. “What’s happening right now?” I asked, panic starting to clench my chest. “What are you doing? Stop it.”
She sniffled. “N-now I c-can’t get ice cream.”
“Oh God. No. Please don’t. Look.” I quickly pulled my wallet from my back pocket. “I’ll give you the money back, okay? I’ll give you all of it. Just . . . stop whatever you’re about to do.”
Hayden suddenly appeared out of nowhere, grabbing hold of my wrist to stop me before I could throw all the cash I had—a hundred and twenty dollars—at her kid.
“Ivy,” she clipped in a scolding tone. Almost immediately, the chin quivering stopped and the tears dried up. “What have I told you about that face?”
The little monster let out a huffed breath. “Not on easy targets.”
“That’s right. Now go help your aunt set the table.” The girl literally skipped off with a wicked smile on her face.
I turned to look at Hayden, slow blinking as I muttered, “She just played me, didn’t she?”
“With hardly any effort.” She shook her head in mock disappointment while bracing her hands on her hips.
“Really, Micah, I’d have expected better from you.
I told you she’d clean you out if you weren’t careful.
You gave in within thirty seconds of that door being open. That’s a new record, even for her.”
“Wait a minute.” I lifted my hand, finally registering what she’d said. “Easy target?”
Her response was to shrug her shoulders on a sweet, melodic giggle. “If the shoe fits.”
I couldn’t argue that. “But . . .” I looked back into the house. “That face. Christ, it was the worst thing I’ve ever seen. I’d have signed over the title to my truck if she’d asked.”
“Yeah,” Hayden said on a weary sigh. “She’s gotten way too good at it.”
My head whipped back to her, my tone almost accusing as I asked, “How the hell are you not affected by that face? Is your heart made of stone or something?”
She brushed me off like it was nothing and started into the house, waving for me to follow.
“Oh, please. Where do you think she learned it? That face has been passed down for generations,” she said as I followed her toward the kitchen.
The house was still as bright and insanely decorated as it had been when Sylvia lived in it, but I noticed Hayden had made some additions.
There were new framed photos everywhere, almost all of them containing Ivy, either by herself or with Hayden and/or Sylvia.
“Fuck,” I hissed under my breath. “I just stepped into the lion’s den, didn’t I?”
She turned and threw a beaming smile over her shoulder that hit me straight in the chest before traveling south—along with all the blood in my body—to my dick. Christ, she had an incredible smile.
“Just watch where you step,” she teased with a wink.
“Ah, there he is,” Sylvia crooned as soon as Hayden and I entered the kitchen.
She moved from the stove, coming around the counter to place her hands on my shoulders, her way of communicating silently that she wanted me to bend so she could give my cheek a kiss, which I did.
“Heard you got hit with The Look. You managed to survive the first time, which is more than I can say for some men.”
“Let me guess. You’re the one who taught Hayden, who taught that little devil child.”
Ivy grinned happily, completely unfazed at being called a devil.
“It wasn’t so much taught as it was passed down through the genes. You can’t blame me for genetics.”
“I’ll find a way,” I grumbled in mock seriousness.
Then I noticed the delicious smells filling the air around me. My stomach let out a loud growl, reminding me I hadn’t put anything in it since the donut I’d gotten at Muffin Top that morning. If dinner tasted anywhere near as good as it smelled, I couldn’t wait.
“Mike. Come sit here.” Ivy patted the cushioned stool next to hers at that bar. “You can draw with me till supper’s done.”
“I don’t know, kid. I’m not very good at drawing.”
“Dat’s okay. Just try your best. Dat’s what Mommy always says.” She patted the seat again, giving me no choice but to join her. As soon as I sat, she shoved a piece of yellow construction paper in front of me and slid a box of crayons between us.
I looked across the counter to where Hayden was standing at the stove, her lips curled between her teeth in a failed attempt to hide her smile as she watched us. When she caught me staring, she uncurled them and grinned, mouthing sorry.
“Let me get you a drink, Micah,” Sylvia decreed, shuffling toward the drink shaker she always made her Tom Collins in. “I’ll have you set up in no time.”
Before I had a chance to fight back a wince at the thought of having to drink that disgusting cocktail, Hayden spoke up. “Actually, I was gonna offer Micah a beer,” she said quickly. “I bought a six pack the other day, and I ended up not liking it. It’ll go to waste unless he drinks it for me.”
“All right, dearie. More gin for you and me, then.” Undeterred, Sylvia whipped up a new batch while her niece moved to the bright, lemon-yellow fridge and pulled out a beer. She popped the top as she headed toward me and slid the bottle across the bar.
“Thanks,” I murmured under my breath, picking it up and taking a big gulp.
“No problem,” she returned, just as quietly. “I remembered what you said the other day, and I know you’d drink it just to make her happy, but I figured this would be a safer bet.”
I was quickly coming to realize she hadn’t been lying when she said she wasn’t normally a mean person.
Sitting in her kitchen with her aunt and daughter, I was seeing the side of Hayden I’d seen that night in the bar, the side I’d thought was just a fluke.
I’d only had brief glimpses of it then, but it had been more than enough to make me want to fuck her.
And I’d be damned if seeing this lighter side of her now wasn’t making me want the same damn thing.
“Appreciate it, Red.”
I caught a peek at the pink that was blooming across her cheekbones just as she turned her back on me, and I knew then how completely fucked I was.
Because there wasn’t anything I wouldn’t do to have this woman under me again.