Owned by Scott Hildreth Read Free Book Online

night?” she asked as she took a bite of her eggs.
    “Like what?” I asked over my shoulder.
    “Well, Erik getting in trouble?”
    “Hell no. That kid got what he had coming. Smart ass little fucker. He’s lucky Doc didn’t just kill him. Shit. I’ve seen Doc beat a few people over the years - he’s mean as a fuckin’ snake if he needs to be. Kid’s lucky, you ask me.”
    “Well, do you think anything will be said or done about it?” her face looked worried.
    “Don’t worry babe. Ain’t nobody gonna get in no trouble. That was nothing,” I reassured her.
    She smiled as she ate her breakfast. We didn’t talk much, just poked food in our faces until it was gone. She finished before me, and took a drink of her coffee.
    “Oh God. That’s good coffee,” she said as she took a sip.
    “Made it myself,” I chuckled.
    “Well, it’s good. Really good,” she said as she took another sip.
    “It’s the four dollar Italian roast. Four dollars a can, not four dollars a damned cup. I don’t drink that six dollar a cup coffee like Doc does. He’s a damn fool,” I said as I took a sip of my coffee.
    “Why do you say that?” she asked as she looked over the top of her cup.
    “Well, he admits he spends about eight hundred bucks a month on coffee,” I asked as I picked up the plates from the table.
    “What?” Heather hollered as I walked to the kitchen.
    “Yep. Eight hundred bucks,” I said again.
    I put the plates in the dishwasher and walked to the table. I sat at the end, two seats away from Heather. I rocked my chair on its hind legs, picked up my cup, and took another slow drink. I took a long, look at Heather and thought about how she made me feel. She didn’t want nothing from me - just for me to be me. She didn’t care what we did or what we talked about. She never complained about what we ate. She only wanted me to be nice to her and not dump her like all of the fellas in the past had.
    Hell, all I wanted was for her not to dump me. She was a good woman. A damned good one. She made the time fly when we were together, and she made the clock stop when she was gone. That’s all that matters. That ain’t got nothing to do with looks or the size of someone’s titties. That’s got to do with what she makes your head do. And she made my head spin. Can’t argue that. I set my cup down on the table.
    “I been thinking,” I said as I put my elbows on the table and rested my face into my hands.
    “About what?”
    “I don’t want ya thinking I’m nuts or anything, but I got an idea,” I said as I spread my fingers across my beard.
    “You want to move in here? Be with me all the time?” I asked as I rubbed my beard with my hands.
    Sometimes when you say things to people they aren’t expecting to hear, they’ll do something that’ll make you wonder what they’re thinkin’. They’ll look at ya weird. Or, they’ll say something long and stretched out. Doc does that. Says a ten sentence response to something that requires a one word answer. People can be confusin’ sometimes.
    Heather’s response didn’t leave me wonderin’ much. As soon as I finished askin’, she jumped out of her chair and squealed. Two quick steps, then her arms hit me across the chest as her head hit me above my shoulder. The chair toppling over and the look in her eyes when we hit the floor was a surprised one. Not so much of the chair tipping over, hell anybody woulda known that was prone to happen – but surprise that I asked her to move in.
    “Here? With you? Like, well…like we’re a couple? Like we’re together ?” she squealed as she flew my direction.
    “Babe, I don’t know if you missed it, but you clean knocked me outta the chair. Get off of me, and we can talk. Damn,” I joked, laying there on my back with her sitting on top of me.
    She looked down and shook her damned head. When I looked up into her pretty eyes is the first time I knew, damn right out knew that a woman was happy with something