pour a cup of coffee.
“Early finish, early rise. Your little spit fire was at the bar again last night.”
“With a date?”
“Nah, with Mac and her man, and another guy who seemed to be the life of the party but definitely wasn't her date. He kept giving me the glad eye all night,” he replies, shrugging his shoulders.
“Hmm. I texted Mac last night too.”
“Dude, she's pregnant with that guy's kid. Let it go.”
“Fuck off, I know that. I texted to find out if Kate's on Chicago Singles.”
“That would explain that dad date last week.”
“That's my thought as well.”
“So you like her then?” he asks, raising a brow.
“I've only seen her a couple of times, but she's intriguing to say the least.”
“I wouldn't say no to her,” he says absentmindedly, not looking away from the television.
I can't hold back the growl in my throat. “She's into commitment and relationships, Zach. You know, the two words that repel you like garlic to a vampire.”
“Really? Well, dammit. There goes that fantasy then.”
“I should hope so. Kate's different. That's why I haven't gone there…yet,” I try to explain.
“Why not? She's hot and has a killer body. Man, those heels she was wearing last night would feel so fucking good digging into your ass as you pound-“
“Dude. Don't be thinking about her like that. Period. End of story.”
“Chill Zan, message received loud and clear. Since you're so defensive about this, maybe you should ask her out. God knows that date of hers last week was a disaster. The guy ordered cider for crying out loud, in the middle of winter, and he looked like he was old enough to be her father.” Zach continues to watch the football, yelling at the TV when his team loses possession. “Fuck, did you see this game? They just can't catch a break!”
I nod my head, but my mind is elsewhere. Taking a seat at the dining table, I can't help but wonder what the deal is with Kate. She should have no trouble finding a man and settling down. Maybe she's too picky...or too clingy. Guys never want clingy chicks.
I lean over the couch right next to Zach's head. “By the way dude, I got my junk groped in front of children in a café yesterday just to win your dare. Mission completed. Free rent here I come,” I say before knocking his cap off his head.
“Fuck,” I hear him say under his breath as I walk out of the living room with a smile.
Realizing that the day is getting away from me, I gather my laundry for the week and head around the block to Suds R Us, my local laundromat. Once I have the washing machine on, I sit back in the plastic chairs lining the wall and pull out my phone. Time for my weekly phone call to Mom and the girls.
It rings twice before my sister Danika picks up. “City morgue. You kill 'em, we chill 'em.”
She never fails to amaze me. “Danika, that is terrible!” I say, still chuckling to myself.
“Zan! Tell me you're coming home soon.”
“I wish I was, squirt. I'm too busy with work and the academy. Who would've thought you'd have to study to become a cop?”
“Well, duh! Of course you do. How else will you know how to get fat and eat donuts all day?”
“Oh is that what I'll be doing all day? Well, shit. I'm glad you told me now,” I reply sarcastically.
Danika is fourteen going on twenty-five. I swear to God, that girl is way too clever. She's already a year ahead in school and doesn't seem to be slowing down at all. Hell, she was walking at nine months old and hasn't stopped running since. After me, there is Zoe who is twenty-one, and Mia who is eighteen. They all still live at home with mom in Syracuse, Indiana. They moved from Chicago a few years ago when Mom got laid off and found a job working in an RV Factory. It meant they had to move out of state, but they're still close enough that I can visit them every few months.
I'm very protective of my family. My father was a deadbeat dad who was always out of work or drunk,
“Early finish, early rise. Your little spit fire was at the bar again last night.”
“With a date?”
“Nah, with Mac and her man, and another guy who seemed to be the life of the party but definitely wasn't her date. He kept giving me the glad eye all night,” he replies, shrugging his shoulders.
“Hmm. I texted Mac last night too.”
“Dude, she's pregnant with that guy's kid. Let it go.”
“Fuck off, I know that. I texted to find out if Kate's on Chicago Singles.”
“That would explain that dad date last week.”
“That's my thought as well.”
“So you like her then?” he asks, raising a brow.
“I've only seen her a couple of times, but she's intriguing to say the least.”
“I wouldn't say no to her,” he says absentmindedly, not looking away from the television.
I can't hold back the growl in my throat. “She's into commitment and relationships, Zach. You know, the two words that repel you like garlic to a vampire.”
“Really? Well, dammit. There goes that fantasy then.”
“I should hope so. Kate's different. That's why I haven't gone there…yet,” I try to explain.
“Why not? She's hot and has a killer body. Man, those heels she was wearing last night would feel so fucking good digging into your ass as you pound-“
“Dude. Don't be thinking about her like that. Period. End of story.”
“Chill Zan, message received loud and clear. Since you're so defensive about this, maybe you should ask her out. God knows that date of hers last week was a disaster. The guy ordered cider for crying out loud, in the middle of winter, and he looked like he was old enough to be her father.” Zach continues to watch the football, yelling at the TV when his team loses possession. “Fuck, did you see this game? They just can't catch a break!”
I nod my head, but my mind is elsewhere. Taking a seat at the dining table, I can't help but wonder what the deal is with Kate. She should have no trouble finding a man and settling down. Maybe she's too picky...or too clingy. Guys never want clingy chicks.
I lean over the couch right next to Zach's head. “By the way dude, I got my junk groped in front of children in a café yesterday just to win your dare. Mission completed. Free rent here I come,” I say before knocking his cap off his head.
“Fuck,” I hear him say under his breath as I walk out of the living room with a smile.
Realizing that the day is getting away from me, I gather my laundry for the week and head around the block to Suds R Us, my local laundromat. Once I have the washing machine on, I sit back in the plastic chairs lining the wall and pull out my phone. Time for my weekly phone call to Mom and the girls.
It rings twice before my sister Danika picks up. “City morgue. You kill 'em, we chill 'em.”
She never fails to amaze me. “Danika, that is terrible!” I say, still chuckling to myself.
“Zan! Tell me you're coming home soon.”
“I wish I was, squirt. I'm too busy with work and the academy. Who would've thought you'd have to study to become a cop?”
“Well, duh! Of course you do. How else will you know how to get fat and eat donuts all day?”
“Oh is that what I'll be doing all day? Well, shit. I'm glad you told me now,” I reply sarcastically.
Danika is fourteen going on twenty-five. I swear to God, that girl is way too clever. She's already a year ahead in school and doesn't seem to be slowing down at all. Hell, she was walking at nine months old and hasn't stopped running since. After me, there is Zoe who is twenty-one, and Mia who is eighteen. They all still live at home with mom in Syracuse, Indiana. They moved from Chicago a few years ago when Mom got laid off and found a job working in an RV Factory. It meant they had to move out of state, but they're still close enough that I can visit them every few months.
I'm very protective of my family. My father was a deadbeat dad who was always out of work or drunk,
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