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and your father....it was the way he made me laugh. Like it was such an important part of who he was that he could make me laugh.” Smiling as I thought about the two of them together, I knew she was right.
    My pop was a complex man. He loved his family but he was not the best at showing it. We knew he loved us, and as he had gotten older he had gotten better, but he struggled with expressing himself. When it came to my mother though...you saw it the minute he looked at her. I could never imagine him looking at another woman or even thinking of straying.
    They were made for each other. They laughed together like teenagers still. Did other things, I had the misfortune to learn on a visit home, like teenagers. Pop looked at her like she completed him in a way nothing and no one else could. Which was why we all searched for something like that. I believed there was someone out there for me. Like my mom had been made for my pop.
    The last few years I had searched without really looking. I had taken what was given without any kind of effort to find that thing that was missing in me. That I hoped to find in her. The other part of me that I had believed was out there somewhere. I had been naive enough to believe once I got my shit together, got over my teenage heartbreak and had my life on track she might fall into my lap.
    Nothing is ever that easy. When easy came, I took it. Which made me less than a man and I knew it. Having my mother call me out on it was not only embarrassing but eye-opening. Because I was not that guy and we both knew it.
    Glancing over at Gigi, I had another reason to quit taking the easy way. I would never let a guy do to her what I had done to Freckles. Even if that was what she wanted, and she knew it was just one night. Like had been the case with Freckles. There was nothing wrong with having fun with someone and I knew that.
    But to do it because you had nothing better going on? Or because you were so lonely you needed the connection for just a few minutes? That made me a shit guy and I didn’t want to be that guy. I didn’t want my sisters, or my mother, or god forbid I ever have girls of my own, to look at me and see that type of guy. After a few more words with my mother, and promising I’d see to it Gigi also made it to dinner, I let her go.
    “Morning, Red. Didn’t hear you come in.” Sinking into the wide leather couch beside her, I shoved her with my shoulder.
    “Late night, I understand.” There it was; she knew too and I hated that.
    “Nah, not really. Well, maybe. You don’t understand,” I frowned as I wondered if maybe she did and hoped she didn’t have a clue, “what dirty trash is going on today?” I snatched the book out of her hands and skimmed it.
    “Cage! Don’t lose my place!” As I read the chapter she had been on, she turned crimson, hence my nickname for her.
    “Gigi Cooper! This is filth! Does Pop know he’s paying for you to waste your days reading porn?” It was a smutty romance, the cover just had a woman in lingerie and large male hands gripping her thong covered ass.
    “I am an English major, Cage. I have to be open to all forms of literature. I just happen to enjoy reading about Dex,” Her face turned redder as her eyes went dreamy, “as he dominates and pleasures Camilla. They’re my favorite ship right now and I’m two novels in and it’s getting goo-o-od. ” Gigi wiggled her dark brows and I laughed.
    “I suppose so,” I skimmed over more, stunned with how graphic it was, “man I wish girls liked sucking cock as much as your books make it seem like they do.” We laughed again when Gigi snatched the book away.
    “First, gross. Second, the type of girls at O’Malley’s must like it enough, don’t they?” Now she was just being an asshole so I shoved her away and turned on the TV.
    “Negative, Red. Anyway,” I drug the word out to get off the topic of sex and O’Malley’s, “why exactly are you here today? No classes?” I was proud of