Whip goes to say something when there’s a knock at the door. My phone rings at the same time. Pulling out my phone from my pocket, I glance at the screen and shake my head, hitting the ignore button. She won’t fuckin’ quit.
“I’ll get it,” I say, standing to my feet.
Nodding, Whip grabs the remote for the TV and hits the button to turn the thing on. Immediately the room is filled with the sounds of the movie it was playing. Walking to the front door, I don’t bother looking out the side window to see who it is. I open the door and come face to face with the woman who I envisioned not even two hours ago giving me head.
Amaya.
The kicker of it all is she’s holding the hand of a little boy who is the spitting image of myself when I was a kid.
Oh fuck.
Chapter Six
Amaya
After deciding to drive the rest of the way to the town Isaac lives in, I figure I might as well go straight to Whip’s to see if he can help me find Isaac. The entire time the last bit of the journey, I gave myself a pep talk.
I can do this.
I can face the man I haven’t seen in years.
I can inform him of his son who I think he should know.
I can even speak to him without feeling like a bumbling idiot.
Hopefully, I can do all of this without him freaking out on me.
I’m not ashamed of being scared out of my mind right about now.
This is Isaac we’re talking about. The very man I’ve only been in love with since the first time I saw him come into a bar Emilia and I were at.
I’d just came off the dance floor needing a breather. I sat down at the high-top table we’d been able to claim with a couple of other people we were friends with. For some reason my gaze had gone to the entrance and in stepped the most gorgeous man I’d ever seen. Wearing a black tee fitted to his body, you could see the tattoo on his arm peeking from underneath.
My first thought being of wanting to lift the shirt to see the rest of the tattoo.
I thought about going over to him but then Emilia sauntered right by me and went right up to him. I guess she didn’t miss him coming in either.
Jealous over the fact Emilia made it to him before I could talk myself into even approaching him sucks. But I couldn’t be mad, not when I saw him smile at her. I could only wish it were me he’d been smiling at.
Shaking my head, I follow the directions I’d written down last night while at the motel. With my laptop I’d googled the address and wrote down where I needed to go.
I slow as I enter the neighborhood, surprised by this and a thought crosses my mind. I really hope I’m not going to barge in on Whip and his family. I don’t know if he’s married or not and don’t want to cause problems.
Maybe I should have gone straight to the hotel I’d seen when I pulled into town. At least then I could have gotten some sleep first. But it’s too late now I’m about to pull up in front of Whip’s house and there’s no turning back. Not now. I’ve come too far.
I need to simply suck it up and grow a set of balls or whatnot and get this done. I don’t know if he’ll be able to help me or not, but I really hope so. It does shoot a pang of pain through my chest at the thought of this ending in two ways. One, Whip helps me find Isaac and the man turns his back on his son. The other option is he takes Lincoln and tells me to get lost.
God, the idea of that happening hurts my heart more than anything. Lincoln means so much to me and I don’t want to lose him.
Shaking my head, I pull up in front of the address I found for Whip. I notice the two bikes in the driveway right away. Shutting my car off, I unbuckle my seat belt and go ahead and throw the door open.
Looking at the house from over the top of the car’s roof, I admire the beauty of it even in the dark. It has a wide front porch with what looks to be a swing on the end of it and two Adirondack chairs in the middle with a table between them.
This looks like a house that has been made into a home. I pray I don’t knock on the door to Whip’s wife opening it. Lord knows I don’t need the headache of trying to explain to her I’m not there for him. Well, I am in a sense. I need his help to find Isaac.
Snap out of it.
I don’t even know if Whip is married. For all I know he could be gay, and his partner is the one who designed everything about the house.
Shoot me now. My thoughts are going rampant and I need to get them together. There is no way in this world Whip could be gay. I’ve seen the man in bars with women.
Taking a deep breath, I walk around to the other side of the car and open the back door to where Lincoln is sitting. I reach in and unfasten his car seat. I’m sure he needs to go potty after being in the car for so long and having woken up just a bit ago. That and he’s probably ready to eat.
Crap. I should have stopped to get him something so he could eat while I speak with Whip. I’ll have to ask him if he doesn’t slam the door in my face if he wouldn’t mind Lincoln having a sandwich or something.
“Aya,” Lincoln utters happily. He’s more than ready to get
