“So are you gonna fix it then?” “Fix what?” I played dumb. “How you messed up with my dad?” My cheeks were hot as I hid behind my mug, mulling this over. Did I want to see Rooster again? Yes. Did I regret the way last night had gone? Absolutely. Was I ready for a relationship, and one that involved a small nosy kid? No, not really. But… For a horrible moment I contemplated what would happen if I didn’t fix it. If I let Rooster go. If I let this kid walk out the door and never talked to him again. Suddenly the thought of never interacting with either of them outside of nodding as we passed each
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