It took me two days of research in my downtime to conclude that the feedback on the internet was inconclusive. Some doctors and experts said an emphatic no, while others gave credence to the possibility that dicks could grow with use, like a muscle in our arm or leg would.
That gave us one option: We’d have to ask as many male friends as we could.
CHAPTER TWO
Canon
Life was strange. That’s really all I could say about it. Sure, it was great, and I felt privileged to have gotten to thirty-one without killing myself accidentally, but that didn’t mean it wasn’t strange.
The place my family lived in might not have the biggest population, but that didn’t mean we all knew each other or the residents of the towns adjacent to Piersville. I’d been away doing various jobs to save up for the business my brother, Bond, and I had planned to open together, and because of that, it’d taken me a couple of years to meet Jacinda Bandara.
When I did finally meet her, it’d been by bumping into her as I’d read a text on my phone. I might not text and drive, but the law didn’t say anything about walking and doing it, right?
That accidental meeting had changed my life completely. It’d already done a one-eighty when I’d opened Kleins with Bond. I’d gone from the fun-loving, relaxed, easy-going guy I’d been, to a businessman, business-owning, responsible, sleep needing Canon Klein.
Meeting her, though, had just added to that period of personal growth and change. All of the thoughts I’d had on how to fill my downtime—the plans for parties in random locations, the nights out with friends in big cities during rare vacation times… all of them had just disappeared.
And I’m not gonna lie, a lot of that had to do with her reaction to bumping into me.
Not once in my life had a woman tensed up and braced—and not in a good way—after meeting me. Usually, there was a smile and some degree of flirting or friendliness, which was the opposite way to how Jacinda had reacted. Then, when I’d introduced myself to her, she’d fobbed me off and had walked away without telling me her name.
Of course I’d worked on finding out who she was, then I’d worked on finding ways to bump into her. I’d even gone for haircuts at Delicious Divas and had put up with the anxiety over whether or not that time would be the one where she fucked my hair up. My approach had been casual and calm because I didn’t want ever to see her brace and tense up like she had the first time. Plus I wanted to get to know her a bit more.
I’d had three girlfriends my whole life—two at school, one afterward, which had been a serious relationship that’d lasted seven months. Well, it was serious to me, but she’d wanted it to be even more so, and I hadn’t been ready for that level of commitment.
Something just hadn’t felt right about it, even though she’d been a great woman and we’d gotten along well. However, the second I’d said I wasn’t at that point with her, we’d both changed, and the relationship had fallen apart.
But I could see the aloof woman I was fascinated by being the one who could get me to the ‘serious’ category.
I don’t know what it was about Jacinda that was different. I was intrigued by her for sure, and I was attracted to her looks as well, but it went deeper than that for me, especially after I began putting the pieces of her puzzle together.
I was a protector naturally. I protected my family and friends, and I was a lot like my brother, Jarrod, in that I preferred to watch and wait than to just step into shit like Bond and Reid could. So, that’s what I’d done. I’d watched Jacinda when I saw her and had waited for the right moments to approach.
My plan had worked, and now there was a rapport between us that I liked. She no longer tensed up completely as soon as I got close, she volleyed my bullshit back at me, and I was enjoying it. A lot.
But I wanted more with her.
“Are you listening to me?” my brother Reid asked as he leaned back in his seat and glared at me.
“No.”
We were currently in the office at Kleins, and my little brother was complaining about something again. Glancing up at him, it hit me that we’d probably look kind of weird to any newcomer who didn’t know our family at that moment.
I was in my smart slacks, a shirt, and wearing a tie, while Reid was decked out in his Piersville Police Department—P.V.P.D.—uniform. Around us, the walls were covered in art from our niece, Nemi, who was now five. And when I said covered, I meant covered. We also had an area of the room set up for when we were watching her if her mom, Heidi, was busy, while the rest of the space was mine and Bond’s office. See, weird.