His Girl by Aria Cole

Author:Aria Cole [Cole, Aria]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Dani Wyatt
Published: 2017-06-10T18:30:00+00:00

Chapter 5

Morgan

Angry tears pricked behind my eyelids as I thought about all the time that’d gone by.

I didn’t owe him an explanation. He didn’t even deserve to come along one day and ask me this question.

If he’d really cared, wouldn’t he have been back the first month? Calling the first week? Writing letters? Anything?

The truth was, he’d done nothing.

Absolutely nothing. Just walked away and forgot about the life he’d made here.

Had I asked him to do that? Sure. Does that mean he should have?

No. God, no.

So I didn’t feel like I owed him that answer. But then our eyes caught, unspoken words hanging heavy between us.

Memories. Emotions. Love.

I hated that I still loved him too.

I hated him and I loved him, and those were two completely different emotions waging a brutal war in my gut.

But in the end, the girl that loved him won out.

The girl that remembered the way he used to catch me when I fell made the decision.

“Come inside?” I asked, catching his hand with mine, the first tender moment I’d felt toward him in so long. Earlier we’d fucked, but this, this was penetrating my soul on another level. This deserved more, and so did he.

I owed him more.

“In?” he asked, hand covering mine in that old familiar way it used to.

“This is my place.” I nodded behind me, an old Victorian walk-up, dilapidated shutters and rotten railings greeting his gaze.

“What about…?”

“It’s fine.” I shrugged it off. “Mrs. Frisk won’t mind. I’m a grown woman.”

I walked ahead of him up the stairs, never imagining we’d have this moment together. Never imagining I would ever see him again, much less welcome him into my home. Into my family.

“Em’s been asleep for over an hour, and I left some fried chicken in the fridge for you— Oh.” Mrs. Frisk paused when her eyes landed on me and then my visitor. “Hawk? Is that you?”

“Sure is, ma’am.”

“Good God, it’s been a while.” She placed a kiss on his cheek. “Just visiting before you’re back to the city?”

“No, ma’am. Here to stay. Bought a house outside of the town line.”

“Oh.” Mrs. Frisk looked from me to Hawk, then made a big show of gathering up her purse and knitting and scuttling out the door. “I’ll leave you two alone, then.”

“Thank you, Mrs. Frisk.” I winked at her, closing the door as she descended the steps.

“She hasn't changed a bit, still matchmaking and gossiping.”

“Same as ever.” I paused, taking him in. He was gorgeous, still young, still so…unlike me. Was he unlike me? Had we drifted too far apart? I was a mom now, and that would forever and always come first. Was he ready for that?

I couldn't think of a thing to say to him. So instead, I pulled out the photo album from the rickety bookshelf, the one stuffed full of all of Emerson’s firsts. First smile, first step, first haircut—it was her life, condensed into a book of shiny pages.

I sat down on the couch, patting the seat next to me, and placed the book in his lap once he sat.

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