Wild Man (Dream Man #2)(62)

“No,” I replied. “She’s beautiful. She’s the mother of your children. And you loved her once enough to marry her. I saw you outside holding her in your arms and I saw you when you got back into the house after that scene and you looked conflicted. Not annoyed, not angry, not frustrated, conflicted. So no, Brock, I haven’t lost my mind.”

His mouth got tight then he said low, “Babe, I was holding her in my arms ‘cause when the mother of your sons cries crocodile tears, your best play is to give her that play then, soon as you can, walk away. That’s what I did. And when confronted, again, with the knowledge that my boys got a Mom like the Mom they got, in other words, she’s the kind of woman who would walk into my house, see another woman in my kitchen and lose her mind when she sees someone playin’ with what she considers her toy and scheme in preparation for makin’ a play in my mother’s motherf*ckin’ front yard on motherf*ckin’ Thanksgiving, that is gonna make me conflicted. And I’m conflicted because this means, with all that other shit I just laid out for you, I gotta look into attorneys and whatever else I gotta do to make certain my boys don’t spend the vast majority of their time suckin’ up whatever acid she leaks not to mention whatever-the-f*ck her man is like, steppin’ out on their Mom, if that’s even true, or anything else, and at least try to give them somethin’ good for more than four f**kin’ days a month.

Now, with this, I’ll ask you, what’s the priority? You and your motherf*cker ex? My Dad dyin’ and my family at each other’s throats? Or my boys in that viper’s den?”

Hmm. This was a good question.

And I had the uncomfortable feeling I’d been a bad girlfriend to my hot guy.

Time to sort myself out.

“Your boys in that viper’s den,” I told him, he did a slow blink again and I explained.

“Damian does something, we’ll deal. Your family are all adults, they need to deal. Your sons are powerless and they need you to deal.”

He stared up at me and I kept talking.

“I’m sorry, my reaction was selfish, I should have thought of you and I’ll work on it but I’m a woman and women have this thing when their men have had women in their lives that are better looking than them.” This got another slow blink coupled with a finger squeeze at my h*ps but I was on a roll so I ignored these and stayed on that roll. “You’re hot. I should have known she would be beautiful but just how beautiful she is took me by surprise. Like I said, I’ll work on that and try to get over it. But, in my defense, it’s my experience not a lot of men say no to a woman like her and, even if it didn’t work out in the end, at one time you were one of them.”

“Tess –” he started but I talked over him.

“And, just to say, you were able to talk your brother back into the house and I know you have a full plate but, once some of this other stuff is sorted, you need to carve time out to have more words with him. Not about your Dad or about me, he needs to sort himself out about your Dad and I’ll win him over eventually so, if you’re worried about that too, then you need to stop doing it, but about Lenore. She’s in love with him, she’s a good person, she’s sweet and if he isn’t into her he needs to cut her loose and he also needs to get his head out of his ass because if he’s breaking hearts like that all through Denver, that isn’t cool.”

When I stopped talking, Brock remained silent and stared up at me.

When the silence stretched for awhile, he asked, “Are you done?”

“Well,” I started, “yeah.”

Then he asked, “You think Olivia is better looking than you?”

My brows drew together and I repeated, “Well… yeah.”

He was silent again while staring at me.

“Brock –” I started but he cut me off.

“Jesus, you haven’t, have you?”

“I haven’t what?”

“Ever played games.”

I thought about it. Then I answered, “No.”

He shook his head while his lips tipped up then his hands slid up my sides pulling me to him at the same time. I put my hands to his chest as I got closer then Brock wrapped his arms around me.

Then he spoke and when he did he did it softly and I noticed the sweet hum in the room just as it hit me his eyes were amused.

“Okay, sweetness, it shits me to do it but I’m gonna have to educate you.”

Uh-oh.

I tipped my head to the side as I felt my body tense and I asked cautiously, “About what?”

“About the games a woman like Olivia plays, specifically why she instigates a play.”

Oh, well. That didn’t sound too bad. It actually sounded interesting.

I relaxed against him and said, “Okay.”

His lips tipped up more and he began, “Now, a woman like Olivia walks into my place and sees a woman in my kitchen who isn’t better lookin’ than her, she does not throw a shit fit.

She does not make bitchy comments. She has no reaction at all. She’s content in the knowledge I’ve settled for somethin’ less and falls asleep smilin’, thinking I’m thinking I settled for second best.”

I nodded when he quit speaking so he continued.

“If she sees a woman who’s better lookin’ than her, her hackles rise and she gets pissed.