Barely Breathing(37)

“What do you care? Guy’s into us for six grand.”

“He’s Viv’s brother.”

A pause. “Oh. Shit.”

“Yeah. Find out how much he owes Jackson for me, will you?”

“Yeah.”

We smoked in silence some more. I was lost in my own thoughts. I didn’t give a f*ck about Grayson, but he was Viv’s brother. What mattered to her mattered to me. For Viv, I’d do just about anything. Even give her worthless brother the help he obviously needed.



Viv

I was warm, sleepy and happier than I’d ever been. Kane was wrapped around me under the covers of my bed, my back to his chest. His arm was tucked beneath my breasts and his leg was thrown over mine. I loved being this close to him, with nothing between our bare skin. The smells of sweet cigar smoke and leather were on me now, and I didn’t want to wash his scent away in the shower.

For now, I didn’t have to. I wasn’t going in to work until noon today, and Kane and I were making the most of our lazy morning. The brush of his lips and beard on my neck, as well as the thick erection resting in the crook of my backside, told me he’d be ready for a break from relaxing soon. And I was always ready for more of him.

“Be right back. I gotta piss,” Kane said gruffly, his warmth sliding out from next to me.

I pulled the covers tighter around me to make up for the loss of him. My apartment got drafty in the winter. I’d never had a sexy man in my bed to make up for it on cold mornings.

Kane walked back into my bedroom and I drank him in. Damn. He was nothing but tall lines of cut muscle, dark swirls of tattoos and a trail of black hair that led from his chest down to the impressive semi-erect member between his legs.

He saw me looking and his gaze darkened hungrily. My eyes stopped on the ‘B’ over his pectoral muscle.

“I saw her picture in your office,” I said softly. “Brooklyn, I mean.”

He nodded. “Cori sends me pictures.”

I turned to my side and faced him, shivering as he pulled the covers aside and slipped back into bed. “Have you ever asked to see her?”

“No. Seems like a dick move when I’m a stranger to her.”

“That’s because you couldn’t have seen her from inside a prison.”

He sighed heavily. “Yeah, but that’s no f*ckin’ excuse, Viv. You think a kid gets that her dad’s never been around because he was in prison? She just knows I’ve never been around.”

I leaned up on my elbow. “So try. If you’re able to talk to Cori, ask. It’s clear you love Brooklyn and want to be in her life.”

“I haven’t talked to Cori in ten years.” Kane was laying on his back, staring at the ceiling, his voice hard and cold. “I send her money and she mails pictures back to the address I sent the money from. That’s it.”

“I know it would be hard to ask,” I said, reaching out and laying a hand on his chest. “But you can—”

“You don’t know.” His bitter tone made me withdraw my hand. “You don’t have a f*cking clue what it’s like to let your own flesh and blood down on a level like this. It feels so simple to you because you’re good. Who have you ever disappointed?”

He turned and gave me an accusatory scowl. I pulled the covers up over my chest.

“I’m far from perfect,” I said. “And I see cases like this in my job. I don’t think you’d ever be sorry you tried, even if it doesn’t work. When you come face to face with Brooklyn one day, don’t you want to be able to at least say you tried?”

His expression darkened with an anger I hadn’t seen since the first night I met him, when he confronted Eric in the alley.

“She doesn’t need a f*ckup like me in her life. What the hell kind of father would I be?”

“It’s not a hypothetical. You are a father, Kane. And I think you’d be a lot better than you think, if you’d just try. All children should know their parents want to be with them.”

He shot out of the bed and I drew back with surprise.

“Stop f*cking pushing me,” he said in a raised voice. “I never asked you to save me. That’s not why I told you about her.”

“You told me because you thought I’d push you away when I knew. You tend to assume the worst about people.”

“Yeah, well, live and learn.” He picked his jeans up from the floor and stepped into them.

“You’re leaving? Over this?”

“I need to go anyway. I’ve got shit to do.”

“Kane.”

He glared at me. “What?”

“I said it because I care. Not to piss you off.”

He sighed with exasperation. “I know. But thinking about calling Cori up gives me serious heartburn, Viv. What the f*ck would I say? Hey, I know I’ve been absent for ten years, but can I pick Brooklyn up this weekend? She’ll tell me to f*ck off.”

“She doesn’t have to give permission. If she refuses to let you see your daughter, you can take her to court to exercise your rights. You’re her father, and you have rights.”

He shook his head and pulled his t-shirt on over his head. “I wouldn’t know the first thing about any of that.”

“I do. Perks of sleeping with a family law attorney.”