Perfect Fling (Serendipity's Finest 2)

Cole set his jaw. “She’s a woman, Dad. It was mutual.”

“She’s a damned nice woman,” Jed barked at him. “You should have known better than to lay a hand on her. You’re just going to hurt her when you leave her high and dry.”

“That’s between Cole and me, don’t you think?” Erin walked down the stairs, dressed for a day at his cousin Nick’s cabin on the lake. “Sorry, Cole, but I couldn’t help overhearing, and there’s no way I’m going to let him pin all this on you.”

Cole’s head began to throb. “Erin, go back upstairs.” She didn’t need to hear his father beat up on him once again. And he didn’t need her sticking up for him or attempting to fight a battle he’d long since learned he couldn’t win.

She shook her head. “It’s my house; that gives me some rights. Jed, if you’d like to stay and congratulate us on having a baby, that’s great. If you came to cause trouble, I’m going to have to ask you to leave.”

Cole was torn between admiration and frustration.

“Erin, I’ve known you since you were a little girl. What were you thinking?”

She tipped her head to one side, eyeing his father as she would a defendant in a courtroom—much like he envisioned her going after a bug she wanted to squash. Cole decided his father deserved whatever he was about to get.

“I was thinking I couldn’t find a better man than your son to sleep with when I was lonely.”

Cole didn’t know which admission hit him harder, that she found him a good man even then, or that she’d gone to Joe’s that night because she’d been looking for company.

He didn’t have time to chew on either, because she wasn’t finished with Jed. “And until you can find it in yourself to see Cole the way I do, you aren’t welcome here.” She stepped around Jed and opened her front door, making it perfectly clear she wanted the older man gone.

“I see my son’s manners are rubbing off on you. Your mama would be disappointed.”

“Actually, I think she’d applaud,” Erin muttered as Jed made his way to the door.

“Now you’ve got a woman fighting your battles,” Jed said, getting in his parting shot at Cole.

“Go home, Dad.”

“He’ll break your heart just like his mother broke mine, mark my words.”

“But I’ll be a better father than you ever were,” Cole said, getting face-to-face with the man who’d fathered and raised him but had never ever liked him. “And I’ll have Brody to thank.” Cole slammed the door behind Jed before Erin could take the pleasure away from him.

A few intense, quiet seconds passed, in which Cole took a few moments to compose himself, breathing in and out, letting his heart rate return to normal.

“Cole?” Erin asked softly, placing a hand on his shoulder.

He didn’t want to have this conversation. If he could change anything about his relationship with Jed, it would be so he didn’t have to suffer the humiliation of confrontations like these in front of a woman like her. Because if anything Jed said had been right, it was that Erin was a damned nice woman, one whom he’d hurt in the end.

But not only was he tied to her through h

is child; he couldn’t bring himself to walk away from her—from this relationship she was attempting to build with him—yet.

He turned. “Sorry about that.”

She raised an eyebrow, a defiant look on her face. “Don’t you dare apologize for his behavior. The one thing you should learn? How Jed acts is no reflection on you. Now, I’m hungry.” She spun around and started for the kitchen.

“It’s cold by now,” he informed her.

“That’s what microwaves are for.” She strode into the cheery kitchen with lavender purple accents and picked up both their dishes. “Luckily for you, that’s my specialty in the kitchen.” She shot him a cheeky grin and proceeded to heat their breakfast.

Conversation about Jed seemingly over.

But was it?

Didn’t she want to dig deeper? To poke into his and Jed’s unhealthy and definitely ugly relationship? Wasn’t she worried that Jed’s view of him was somehow right? That maybe their kid would inherit his behavioral flaws? Because Jed might be an emotionally abusive jerk, but he hadn’t made up the fact that during his childhood, Cole was one hundred percent an out-of-control pain in the ass. But since Erin wasn’t bringing it up, Cole didn’t have the stomach to either.

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