XXIII

I help Raina clean up after I pull out of her, and she goes back to making pancakes. The first bite is damn near as orgasmic as fucking her first thing in the morning.

“This is good, baby girl.”

“Thank you, Daddy,” she says with a kiss and sets a mug of coffee beside my plate.

“I want every morning to be like this one,” I admit to her. However, looking at the food, there’s only enough for the two of us. “Listen, baby girl. I know Owen’s not on your list of favorite people, but I don’t think we should let him starve.”

“He left,” she says with a shrug and slides a note over to me. “Look.”

I read it out loud:

Rex, I know I’ve always made a mess of things. From having you help me get through law school to showing up for Raina every time I couldn't. I hate admitting that you’re the better man, but you are, in life and with her. Keep looking after her, keep taking care of her, and finally, thank you for always taking care of me.

When you go into the office, you’ll find my contracts, liquida