Groomed For Love: A Steamy Standalone Instalove Romance Flora Ferrari (best books for 8th graders .TXT) 📖

that and nothing that concerns… Well, if you must know she accidentally gave her allergic boss almond milk. Her boss ended up in the hospital... She’s just a kid on her first day at work, Ma. Got her own problems outside all of that too… Look, I gotta go…”

Just a kid?

I feel like I’ve been sucker punched. Like the thick Brooklyn accent, I’m suddenly hearing sounds nothing like Parker at all.

Not the Parker I thought I was getting to know anyhow.

I feel sick.

But more than anything, I feel hurt.

He must know I can hear him. Why would he refer to me as just a kid?

After what he just told me.

After what we just shared together?

I hear Parker ending the call, and then greeting Moose in the hallway.

By the time he nudges the door open, I’m making my way to the kitchen to find my pants.

Thinking maybe it’s time I went home after all.

Just a kid… Pfft!

CHAPTER TWELVE

Parker

I figure she’s sleeping when the phone rings, and I bolt to get it before it wakes her, or Moose.

Keeping him asleep as long as I can means more snuggle time for Naomi and me.

Or so I thought.

It’s my mom on the line, chewing me out for leaving without saying a proper goodbye, and then laying the guilts on because she’s waited all day for me to call, which I know I haven’t.

I could stay on the phone for hours trying to talk my mom around, but I know how she gets. It’s best to nip this in the bud, leave it for a few days and then call once she’s calmed down or more likely, forgotten about it all.

Hanging up, I hear Moose coming down the stairs, his tail wagging even though his eyes are still heavy with sleep.

I kneel down and hug him, asking if he needs to go outside for which he eagerly agrees.

I figure I can go back to bed and snuggle with Naomi some more, but it looks like I’ve woken her as well.

She pushes straight past me as I lean in to kiss her. Her eyes won’t meet mine and she feels like ice as she moves past me towards the kitchen.

Okay then…

I follow her down the hall, lingering in the doorway and feeling a familiar tingle as I watch her slipping her panties back on, then her gray sweats from behind.

But when she turns to face me, it’s the look dull in her eyes and not the light of someone who appreciates being spied on while she gets dressed I see.

“Something wrong?” I ask her, really meaning it. Not being able to figure how she could go from glowing from my face between her legs to hating me so quickly.

“Just a kid?” she says accusingly, her hands on her hips. Her brow raised in a question.

Hurt trembles ripple across her lower lip.

Oh. That.

Hearing my own words spoken back to me, I know how it must sound to her, but it’s also hard to explain how my mom operates. How I have to keep things simple when explaining them to her.

Plus, compared to me Naomi is a kid. In my mom’s eyes anyway. She’s half my age for god’s sake.

How can I prepare my old Ma for the day I introduce the future mother of my children as a twenty year old without giving her some forewarning first?

More importantly, right now, how do I explain all that to Naomi, who’s obviously hurt and upset.

Something I’d never do to her intentionally.

I open my mouth to explain, but she’s already eyeing the front door.

“I think it’s best if I just leave,” she says firmly and I raise my hands flat, palms facing her.

“Can we just talk for a minute?” I ask her. “Explain a few things about my mom?” I add, but she only tilts her head as her eyes flash, daring me to try and stop her.

“Just two minutes, Naomi. Please?” I beg her.

Moose scratches at the back door, sensing the mood and wanting to come in.

Not now, buddy. Not right now.

“I overheard your phone call, okay?” she says angrily, her voice getting louder and more upset with each word.

“I’m no eavesdropper, Parker but that didn’t even sound like you… Calling me a kid as well, like I’m just some street urchin you deal with every day, is that what you do? Pick up young girls in trouble and have your way with them?” she asks, her eyes widening.

It’s my turn to feel hurt I guess. I’ve never had anyone say anything so untrue, so hurtful. And coming from her it cuts like a knife.

“You know that’s not true, Naomi,” I tell her calmly. Motioning my hand toward the table. “let’s just settle down and talk a minute, huh?” I suggest.

Really wanting to explain it all to her. Realizing that maybe Naomi is as emotionally reactive as my own mother.

Oh boy.

I remember, my dad always telling me to find a woman with some fire if I could help it. A passionate woman.

“There’s a trade-off for all those sparks, boy. When you fight, and you will… You’ll need to keep your gloves up because there’s nothing like a passionate woman.”

I never knew what he meant, but in a way seeing Naomi so wound up, even though it’s all a misunderstanding. I guess it makes me love her even more.

Feeling myself grinning at the thought, I rub my shoulder. Something I guess I always do whenever I think about my dad, my ex-partner on the force.

Before I even dreamed of having Moose by my side.

“What’s so funny?” Naomi says sharply. “And what’s wrong with your shoulder, are you okay?” she adds, softening and moving over towards me before reminding herself she’s angry and stopping in her tracks.

“Just remembering something my old man once told me,” I confess. “Now, will you just listen to me?” I ask her again.

She folds her arms across her chest and looks up at the ceiling, which is as good as I’m gonna get right now,