“Okay… so tell me, because you didn’t before, what problem do you have with me being with her, Peter.”
His eyes become stony and a muscle flicks at his jaw. Maybe I’ve said too much.
“She’s my kid Dante.”
“She’s not a kid Peter.”
“You still want her. Don’t you?” he asks with insistence.
I rise to my feet. the meetings over and I don’t need any more of this shit. “I’ll see you tomorrow Peter.”
“Why can’t you give me an answer about the weekend?” he challenges. “What are you doing?”
“Fucking.” That shuts him up
He frowns at me as I walk out and leave his ass.
I’m not seeing Rachel tonight because she’s with her friends. I’m going to go home, grab a beer and head to the gym to do a couple of hours before I crash out.
I don’t know what I’m going to do with Peter and Rachel. He knows I’m seeing his daughter and I need to come clean. I’m not some teenage boy who needs to sneak around.
I guess though that the real question I need to ask myself is where I’m going with this relationship.
What do I want?
There’s no point asking her what she wants because I can see it. I’ve been able to see it for years. I can see that what she wants is me and I hoped it would change because even without Peter telling me to stay away I knew he’d have a problem with me being with her.
Now he’s suspicious. So what do I do?
Do I fuck up my friendship with Peter by coming clean? Or, do I keep my mouth shut and allow this secret relationship to ride out?
The latter doesn’t sit well with me. I think if I can allow a woman I asked to marry me to walk away because her suspicions were correct about Rachel then deep down I want more than waiting for the relationship to ride out.
As I turn the corner and drive up the road to my house all thoughts fade from my mind when I spot a familiar silver Miata.
I bite down hard on my back teeth when I see the owner sitting on the porch with the amber light beaming down on her blond head like a halo.
It’s Marie. She sitting there waiting for me.
When I pull up on the drive she stands and looks on at me in anticipation.
Shit… what is she doing here? She made it clear that I’d never see her again when she left and went back to LA.
I get out of the car and make my way up to her. her bright blue eyes look me over nervously but she still overs me a little smile.
“Hi,’ she says first.
“Hello.”
“I hope you don’t mind me dropping by. I just thought maybe we could talk.”
About what? What could she want to talk about?
“Sure, come in,” I answer and open the door.
She follows me inside and we go into the living room.
I continue standing because I don’t want her to get too comfortable or think I’m okay with her showing up unannounced.