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475 pages, Kindle Edition
First published February 28, 2016
“I would have done just about anything for you back then, even when you got on my nerves. I might have just waited until the last minute to push you out of oncoming traffic, but I’d still push you out of the way.�
“touch my wife again and i’ll break every bone in your goddamn body�
”that's my girl. that's my fucking girl."
I wasn’t about to waste my life away, upset, because I was raised by people who couldn’t commit to anything in their lives. All they did was show me the kind of person I didn’t want to be.
“I know you think I wouldn’t care,� he said in that whisper voice that bled solemnness, “but I would. I do. We’re in this together.�
“I can be your friend. I can try,� he said in a low, earnest voice. “Friends take a lot of time and effort, but…� Aiden looked up at me again with a sigh, “I can do it. If that’s what you want.�
“Maybe you’re used to doing things by yourself, but don’t be an idiot.� He started off calmly, totally in control. “I didn’t know where you were. There’s crime here—don’t give me that face. I know there’s crime everywhere. We might not be doing this for the reasons most people do, but I made a vow, Van. And I promised you we would try to be friends. Friends don’t let friends wander around alone.� He pinned me with a glare. “You aren’t the only one who takes their promises seriously.�
I was in Aiden’s lap. He was cross-legged on either side of me, each of his muscular thighs cocooning my hips, his chin just behind my ear. I shivered.
Behind me, Aiden straightened; under my butt, his thighs tightened and strained. It was then that I felt embarrassed. “I’m sorry,� I apologized, already lifting up to lunge off him.
“Shut up,� he said as his hands landed on my bare knees, shoving me back down onto him; my back hit the solid wall of his chest and it was right then I realized his shirt was soggy from the rain. I didn’t care. Under me, his legs relaxed, my bottom settling on top of his feet.
[...]
The big guy hummed into the shell of my ear, his breath warm and way too comforting. “You want to tell me what that was about?� he asked in a whisper.
“Aiden?� I whispered.
“Hmm?� he murmured.
“Thank you for coming in here with me.�
“Uh-huh.� That big body adjusted itself just slightly before he let out a long, deep exhale.
“I’ve let you down too many times. I won’t do it again.�
“I missed you.�
“You what?�
His arms tightened around me. “I missed you very much.�
The Vanessa who was fifteen and older had felt a different emotion for so long: anger. Anger at my mom’s selfishness. Anger at her for not being able to clean her act up until years after we’d been taken away from her. Anger for being let down for so long, time and time again.
The Wall of Winnipeg stared down at the much smaller man, and in a voice that was as close to a cool, unattached statement as possible, he said, “Touch my wife again, and I’ll break every bone in your goddamn body.�
“It’s a long story.�
“I have time for you.�
It’s a really long story,� I insisted.
“O첹.�
Maybe that was the thing about love I never understood before Aiden. Like football and art, like anything that anyone in the world has ever wanted, love was a dream. And just like a dream, there were no assurances behind it. It didn’t grow on its own. It didn’t blossom without food to feed it.
�"I love you, big man."
"I love you too, Muffin."�