Chapter 5 Creed
CREED
Dammit. I can’t get Emmie out of my head. I swore off women. After the boys’ mom broke my heart and all but forced me out of my hometown, I promised myself I would pour everything into raising them. No women until they are out of high school. And even then, doubtful.
But then, sitting beside Emmie at the concert felt so natural.
And we worked together effortlessly to get photos and videos to each other.
When she offered to be part of my support system, I knew it was genuine.
And the offer to cut the boys' hair was beyond kind.
After all, she knew what mops she was working with before she told me she owned that salon.
Claws and Curls. Who chooses a name like that? I’m not sure I’ll ever fully understand women. But I’d better get my kids on the schedule if I want my mom to have that nice family Christmas picture this year. It sounds like even Cade is going to be in Deadwood this year.
Me: Any chance I can take you up on that haircut offer? When can you get both boys in?
There. I sent it. I hate that my dick instantly throbbed when I saw Emmie’s name in my phone. Swearing off women may not be as easy as I had hoped. As I start to shove the phone back into my pocket, it dings.
Emmie: I actually have a 6:30 slot tonight. Would that work?
Me: Yep. See you then.
Shit. Why does this almost feel like a date? No. Not a date. Just a haircut. Besides, I don’t even think she’d be interested in a single dad. She just has that small town nice I heard Spring Creek is known for. Now if only this hard-on would understand that as well.