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kids' lives.
    He'd given Jodie
enough time to learn how to be a responsible parent. She failed, but most of
all she'd disappointed Lee and Kurt.
    Some women were not
cut out to be mothers. He groaned and tapped the back of his head against the brick
wall. Then there were women like Taylor.
    His head pounded at
the primal longing that came over him when he walked into the bar and Taylor
held Lilly. She'd make a wonderful mom, a deserving mom, an unselfish mother.
It wasn't the first time that thought entered his head and wouldn't let go.
    He'd witnessed his
boys come alive while around her. They soaked up her positive influence and
walked away a better young man for knowing her. They longed for a softer touch
and feminine approval that he couldn't provide as their father.
    Fuck, he loved his
kids and wanted the best for them. Taylor was the one he wanted raising his
boys.
    The door swung open
and Taylor peered around for him. He took the moment to study her without alerting
her to his presence. It mattered little about what was going on in his life. He
still wanted her. He still fed off having her near. He still wanted to kick the
world's ass to give her everything.
    "Hey," he
said.
    She turned and
smiled before losing the radiance his actions the other day had stolen from
her. He'd hurt her, and that was on his back to carry around.
    "Hey,
you." She moved in beside him and leaned against the wall, looking out
over the parking lot.
    He wanted to tell
her where his head was at and have her accept the reasons he had for pushing
her away. Explaining his feelings with words was a foreign concept to him. He
could show her what mood he was in with sex, and she'd figure out if he were
angry, lonely, or enjoying himself. But how could he explain that his heart was
breaking?
    He cleared his
throat. "I don't—"
    "Wait."
She inhaled deeply and sighed. "Can we just stand here and not talk for a
few minutes?"
    He nodded, though
she wasn't looking. He understood why she wanted to hold off talking. It was
probably for the same reason he couldn't force himself to stay away from her.
He'd tried to keep his distance, swore every night for the past year not to
ride over to her house and crawl into her bed.
    She was an
addiction he couldn't break, and she'd always welcomed him without any
questions or demands. Even now, he fought with himself. He was incomplete
without her. It was natural for him to want to take care of her, love her, and
be with her.
    Hell, the last two
days, he'd picked up his cell phone, who knows how many times, and almost
pushed her number anytime he had a thought and wanted to share it with her. At
night, he laid wide-awake wishing he were lying in her bed. He missed her with
the same veracity he missed his kids, and when something was that deep, that
painful, he knew he'd made the wrong decision to push her away.
    Whether it was the
biggest mistake of his life or not, he wasn't letting her go.
    She slipped her
fingers into his hand. His body vibrated. One small show of affection and he
wanted her up against the wall with her panties around her ankles. Not for his relief
because he hadn't had sex for a week, but because this was Taylor and when they
were together, she made his world brighter.
    Her quiet strength
took him to his knees.
    "Fucked up, baby
girl," he said.
    "Yeah." She
squeezed his hand. "I should bitch you out for even thinking of leaving me,
but—"
    "You
won't." He tugged her over until she faced him, then he pulled her against
the length of his body. "Later you can act like my old lady. Right now, I
only want to taste you. Feels like I'm losing my head without you."
    She tilted her chin.
He lowered his mouth. The instant they connected, he knew he wasn't going to be
satisfied with only tasting a sample. She trembled against him, kissing him
back. Using his lips, he opened her mouth. Her warmth, her familiar, indescribable
taste, coupled with her response had his cock hard and aching. He widened his
stance,