Chapter 38
MAC
Word about my dad got to me when we climbed in the engine to head back to the station.
I checked my cell and read through his texts telling me what happened and then updating me that he was at the hospital, that he was waiting on an x-ray, and so on.
The latest was that he had a boot on his foot, a script for pain meds and a ride home from Theo, who must’ve coincidentally been at the hospital.
I had Van Routen, who was driving the engine, drop me at the school on the way back to the station.
If Dad wasn’t getting Andy, then I needed to.
He wasn’t out front, so I bolted inside, making my way to his classroom.
I got some looks since I was in my bunker pants and boots, having ditched my coat, but everyone knew me and Andy so they didn’t panic that the building was on fire.
I stopped outside the first-grade door when I heard Georgia’s voice, then Andy’s giggle.
Peeking in, she was in one of the little chairs, her knees crunched up–wearing the boots and pink coat I bought her–as Andy stood in front of her.
He was dressed to go outside, his Spiderman backpack over his shoulders.
Obviously, the one text Dad forgot to share was that he’d gotten her to pick up Andy.
I hadn’t seen her since the meeting the day before and hadn’t had a chance to tell her how much I liked her work on the calendar.
But the night before when I peeked out the back window to the apartment over the garage, the lights had been out.
While I’d wanted nothing more than to climb in bed with her, if she was asleep, I didn’t want to wake her.
I left for the station early, but her car was already gone, meaning she was off to work before me.
I was about to walk into the classroom, but then I heard what she told him, how gentle and kind she was with his tenderhearted emotions.
How I was making my dislike of the calendar that obvious.
That I looked at her funny. Thank fuck that wasn’t how babies were made because she’d be popping out kids left and right.
I couldn’t do anything but look at her with the need to show up at the garage apartment with an entire box of condoms so we could finish what we started.
So I leaned a shoulder against the wall and eavesdropped.
Finally, she mentioned hot chocolate and everything about making babies and being his mom was forgotten. They were friends. Marshmallow lovers united.
While I didn’t think the issue with Andy wanting Georgia to be his mom was over, she’d appeased him for now. For that, I was thankful.
I ducked into a neighboring classroom so they didn’t see me as they made their way down the hall. The radio tucked onto my bunker pants began to squawk and I instantly turned it down.
Andy was fine. Safe. I trusted Georgia with him and I didn’t want to interrupt their hot chocolate date. I was a little jealous. But the only thing I had a taste for was Georgia herself.
I couldn’t stay away. I didn’t even want to try any longer.
Like Theo said at the bar, Andy’d be sad when she left regardless of whether I slept with her or not. One orgasm hadn’t eased my need for her. It only made it worse. In fact, my dick was hard just thinking about it.
I needed more time with Georgia. Alone time. Adult time. But when?