Spin My Love (My Love #1)(32)

I think that over. “You’re right.”

She forces a trembling smile. “I just never thought this would happen to us, you know? To be apart for so long, and to have all these things happen to you … I just wish you were here with me that whole time instead, because I never would have given up on you.”

You don’t deserve her.

I push away the thought and wrap my arms around her tighter, her body pushed up against mine.

“We’re gonna be okay,” she says.

I nod, hoping that she’s right. I know I don’t deserve her, or Parker, not after everything that I did. What I do know is that I will spend the rest of my life making it up to the both of them.

And I intend to do just that.

*****

“I’m assuming Giselle told you about us then,” Levi says before sipping his drink whilst eyeing me over the rim of the glass.

How did he know? Every time I looked at him I wanted to punch him in the face for touching my woman. I’m guessing he could tell. Was I that obvious?

“She did,” I say in a careful tone. “I know it’s not fair for me to hold that against you, and don’t get me wrong, because I’m so f*cking grateful you were there for her, but I’m also jealous.”

I put the truth out there; no bullshit. Complete honesty.

Levi nods. “I get that. You weren’t here; I was. I love Giselle, but she’s always loved you. Even when you didn’t deserve it, which was most of the time. Her and I are nothing but friends now, but I’m telling you, that will never change. We will always be in each other’s lives. I consider you a friend too, so I’m hoping we can all be okay.”

And I get pure honesty in return—I can respect that. “I know Giselle loves you, my son loves you … and hell, you have been my friend since I can remember,” I tell him, struggling to find the right words to say. “As long as you realize you and her are only friends, then I think we can be cool.”

He pauses for a second, but then nods with a little grin on his face. I’m jealous, but I need to let it go, because I have no right to be. He was here, I wasn’t. That’s on me, no one else. The consequences are mine and mine alone. My burdens to bear.

“Be good to her,” he says finally.

“Fuck, man, I never want to hurt her again,” I admit.

The door opens and Gage walks in with a woman, holding her hand. “Hey guys,” he says when he sees us. “This is Bianca.”

The cute, petite blonde waves at us. “Nice to meet you.” Her voice is soft and sweet. She definitely doesn’t seem like Gage’s usual type, but I guess that’s changed.

We mumble our replies as they head into his room. My eyebrows hitting my hairline, I turn to Levi. “Serious?”

“As serious as he’s ever been before,” Levi replies with a smirk. “First time he’s brought her home, though.”

Good for him.

“Keira told me about how you called her,” Levi says. “Thanks for handling that. I wouldn’t have let her try and keep Justin away.”

My lips tighten at just the thought of her. How had I even touched a woman that was so selfish? “I didn’t want Parker to have to suffer because I decided to …”

Did Levi even know about Keira and me? I don’t think he did, and I wanted to keep it that way.

He shakes his head. “My sister is a troublemaker; always has been, and always will be. She’s always been jealous of Giselle.”

I turn to him. “Do you want to get out of here?”

“Sounds like a good idea.” Levi laughs as giggling sounds come from Gage’s room. We stand up and leave as quickly as we can.





Chapter Sixteen

Tane

I call Giselle’s phone the next day, but she doesn’t answer. Assuming she must be busy, I decide to go to the cemetery with flowers for my mother’s gravestone. I stare down at her name engraved in the marble. Jocelyn Miller. I wish she could have been alive to meet Parker. She would have adored him.

Besides her taste in men, my mother had no faults that I knew of. She was kind, loving, and sweet, and never had a mean thing to say about anyone. She would be the first person to offer anyone help, whether they deserved it or not. She didn’t deserve to die so young.

A heart attack.

I place the orchids on top of the headstone and take a step back.

I love you, Mum.

“I heard you were back.” A voice I’d hoped I’d never have to hear again.

I turn and stare at the man who I thought was my father my whole childhood.

“I still come by here every week,” he says when I stay silent.

What does he want? A f*cking medal?

“I have nothing to say to you,” I say quietly, turning and walking away.

“Tane,” he calls out.

I turn back and stare him down. A man I thought was big and scary as a child is now shorter than me, slightly overweight, and looking a little worse for wear.

He looks pathetic.

I don’t feel anything for him other than pity and hate. I know I need to forgive him—not for him, but for myself. I know how hate eats at you, making you do things you normally wouldn’t.

“Did you ever find your biological father?” he has the audacity to ask.