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I kiss him again, and he calls out when I get to the door. āI know thatās not Ms. Gibsonās jacket. Or her purse. Or her hat. āNight, Dad.ā
I became Dad just like that. Not Daddy. Just Dad. My six-year-old called me the fuck out and basically told me heās disappointed in me with one word. Dad. Iām not sure whether I should be offended or proud.
No more lies. āLove you, buddy.ā
I leave his room and make sure to lock my bedroom doors this time. Maeve falls out of the closet when she hears me call her. āIām so sorry Maeve.ā I shake my head. āThis was an awful idea.ā
āI hate to admit that I agree with you.ā She slips her arms out of my jacket and walks naked to get her clothes off the bedside table. As she dresses, Iām struck with the reality that this isnāt going to work. Itās not the nannyās responsibility to spend the night at my house so I can visit Maeve. Nor is it fair to Turner to make him take time away from me so I can get lucky.
āThis probably goes without saying, but I donāt think this is going to work out.ā
Pain flares in her gaze as she buttons her jeans. āIām not sure what this was even going to be, but I guess if itās over, it doesnāt matter, right?ā
āDating with a child was going to be difficult. Itās why I never even tried. Now I think we both realize why itās a bad idea.ā
āOr it just takes creativity you arenāt willing to come up with. This wasnāt even dating, Linc. It was just sex. If you canāt figure that outā¦ well, whatever, thatās on you. Iāll see you tomorrow.ā
Sheās one-hundred percent right, but itās not worth the risk of my son seeing something that is less than morally sound. āWait,ā I say. āLet me make sure heās asleep.ā
Maeve thought I was going to stop her from leaving, not make sure the coast is clear. Her shoulders hunch over and she sighs out a long breath. āI feel the same way, okay, I just have different priorities.ā
āGo make sure your priority doesnāt catch you lying,ā she whispers. Her eyes glisten and I feel like a total asshole. āTurner should always be your number one. I know that. Itās just that you donāt have an inch of open space forā¦ me.ā
Isaacās words float back. Be there for her.
āGive me a chance to figure this out. It gets cloudy when I think aboutā¦ sex.ā
She nods, but stays silent while I confirm Turner is indeed asleep. I hand her the stuff off the rack and she slips into the night. Maeve turns left when she gets to the sidewalk and thatās when I close the door and start moping like a fucking jerk.
What could I have possibly done different? Sure, he has sleepovers at Isaacās with his kids a couple times a month, but is that really something valid to offer? Hey letās have a standing fuck date twice a month, baby. Itās a start, I guess. My phone starts ringing from the kitchen counter. Maeve.
āSorry to call, but Lincolnā¦ā Her voice trails off. āSomeone slashed all four of my tires.ā
My breath lodges in my throat. āCome back inside.ā
āLincoln, thereās a kiss print on my driverās side window, too.ā
I donāt wait for her to come back in, I drop my phone on the counter and run outside and turn left. Maeve is running toward me and crashes into my arms. I send her into the house, not even worrying about Turner and go examine the car.
Slash isnāt the correct term. Someone cut them so deep and so aggressively, pieces of the tires are missing. All four of them. The lip print on the window is the same as the one from Maeveās house except this isnāt blood, itās lipstick. Thereās no sign of anyone on my sleepy, suburb street. A light flickers on the opposite side, but thereās nothing out of the ordinary. Whatever they used to cut the tires isnāt lying anywhere obvious. The cops need to come out here because this is the same person. Now the intention is clear. Maeve is in danger.
I jog back into the house and find her sitting in the middle of my bed, shaking. āIām so sorry. Iāll call an Uber and get out of here before Turner wakes up again, Lincoln.ā She is clicking her fingernails against her front teethāworrying. āItās the same person. Who could it be? I donāt even know many people here. My bedside manner is stupendous, so I know I havenāt pissed off any patients. Or, I think. I mean, sometimes things hurt, but they need to be done. I want to help people!ā
I go over to sit next to her and put my hands on her shoulders. āMaeve. You didnāt do anything wrong. This still might be random.ā Fat chance. āWe need to call the cops and report it, though. In case itās not.ā The more likely answer.
āIāll grab an Uber home and have it towed tomorrow and make a call to the police station.ā This is the route to take to circumvent Turner being involved in any way, so I agree. The police should be coming now to check for prints and to see if any DNA can be found.
I let my selfish bastard out and put her in an Uber twenty minutes later. She promises to call me when she gets home. I call the tow company and leave a message for them that theyāll get in the morning and also text Isaac to update him. He calls me back as soon as my text goes through.
āPlease tell me you banged before the kiss hitter struck again. Please.ā
āFuck off, Isaac. After running your errands today, itās probably your fault somehow. Sheās going to file a report tomorrow. If they came out tonight, Turner would have
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