“Adalyn, do you have a name for your son, so I may put it in his records?”
She gave me a glassy eyed stare. “I don’t fuckin’ care what you call him. Just give me somethin’ for this damn pain I’m still in.”
There wasn’t much that shocked me these days, but that made my mouth drop open. “Did you know you were having a boy? We can leave it all blank for now until you figure out what you’d like to call him.”
She waved her hand at me, dismissing me. “Mistake. How about that? Name him Mistake. If I hadn’t gotten knocked up with the little shit, I wouldn’t be here bleeding, and sore.”
I gritted my teeth. Looking at the doctor whom was currently stitching her up from the small tear from pushing, he shook his head telling me to let it go. I needed a breather.
I asked the other nurse who was remaining quiet, as she cleaned up. “You mind if I step out?”
The look on my face must’ve said it all. “Go ahead, I’ve got this.”
I dropped the basin I’d been holding in my hand on the bedtable and shoved out the door. Making my way to the stairs, I sat down and put my head in my hands. What in the hell was wrong with some people? I know drugs mess you up really bad, but this was beyond anything I could even comprehend. That was an innocent baby. One that wasn’t asked to be conceived and brought into this world in pain. The kid was going to have a long road ahead of him. He was nameless and had a mother that was more interested in her next high than asking if he had all ten fingers and all ten toes. Sometimes I really hated people.
I was nervous. Why in the hell was I nervous. I’d been out on hundreds of dates, and never once would you catch me with sweaty palms. Wiping them on my pants for the millionth time, I pulled up to Annabelle’s house and got out of the car. This girl, made me curious. I knew nothing about her except the little bit she’d let slip here and there. Women were normally very forthcoming and wanted to talk about themselves, but Annabelle didn’t. Her life remained private, and it was like a scavenger hunt getting the information out of her. Knocking, she answered right away, the gust of wind from the door blowing her perfume scent across my face. Cotton candy. She smelled like delicious cotton candy, and all I wanted to do was taste her to see if she was just as sweet.
“Hi.” She gave me a shy smile.
“Hi. You look beautiful,” I complimented, my eyes roaming from her head to her flip flop clad feet. She was about a foot shorter than me, and had a tiny waist. She didn’t have large boobs, but definitely a good handful. But that ass . . . and that ass in those jeans. My God, I was an ass man, and hers was perfection.
“Thank you.” She stood in the doorway awkwardly, looking like she was waiting on something. “Sooooo, are we going?”
Jesus, I was staring. The poor thing couldn’t even move to get around me. “Oh, yes. But you might want to change into tennis shoes. Sorry, I should have been specific with everything.” She reached inside and grabbed some pink and black Nike’s and held them in her hand. Okay, let’s do this. Opening the passenger door, she climbed into my black Corvette, and got herself situated. “Comfortable?”
“Mhmm.”
I went around to my side and started the car. The purr of the engine got me every time.
“So, you know anything about cars?” I asked, trying to drop hints where I was taking her.
She looked perplexed. “No, not really. Why?”
“Just wondering.” I smiled.
“You going to tell me where we are going?”
“I will when we get there.”
Her small hands were gently lying in her lap. I wanted to reach over and touch the milky white skin to see if it was as soft as it looked, but I refrained. Trees, and a few city buildings whizzed by as I drove to the south side of Athens. The radio was playing quietly in the background, and I’d only hoped she like country music.
“Okay, I want to play a little game so we can get to know each other a little better. You down?”
Her blue eyes peaked over at me. “Sure. As long as it’s not too personal.”
“What do you think is personal?”
“Turner.” She said my name like she was scolding me. My date was feisty. Good.
I chuckled. “Okay, let’s stick to the basics. What’s your favorite color?”
“Green. Yours?”
“Black.”
“Black isn’t a color,” she shot back.
“It is today, go with it. What’s your favorite food?”
She paused. “Crab legs. But not any crab legs, it’s got to be snow crab.”
Interesting. Most girls said pizza or chocolate. “Mine is steak. Now it’s your turn.”
“My turn?” she asked inquisitively.
“Yes. I just asked the last two questions. Now it’s your turn.”
“Okay. Hmmm . . . ” She tapped her pointer finger on her chin. God, she was cute. “What’s your favorite cereal?”
“Now you’re talkin’. One of my favorite food groups.” She giggled. “Fruity Pebbles, but without milk.”
She rolled her eyes. “That’s a kid’s cereal. I like it.”
“It is not. I happen to be a very grown man, and I love the stuff. In fact, I carry a box with me everywhere for a snack.”
She gave a full bellied laugh. “No, you don’t. That’s silly.”
To prove her wrong I told her to open the glove box in front of her. She did. Right in front was a snack size box of cereal. “See.”
“Way to prove me wrong.” Her laugh was musical. “Don’t you get tired of it?”
“No way.”
“Hmmm.” She hummed.
“Give me another one.”
“Do you like being the oldest brother?”
“Good question,” I praised. “It has it’s pluses and minuses. As the oldest, I was the guinea pig for my parents. Whatever worked or didn’t work with me, they did with my brothers. But I was also never babied like the other three.”
“Why do I find that hard to believe?”
I shrugged. “I don’t know, but it’s true. Mom and Dad were hard on me and expected me to lead by example. Sometimes I wished that they would make their own mistakes and I could do what I wanted to without being watched all the time.”
She nodded and the car got quiet except for the AC blowing. It wasn’t that the silence was uncomfortable, but I had a feeling she preferred conversation over silence.
“You are an only child?” I glanced at her.
“How much further?” She rushed out.
Was my question to nosey? I turned my head in her direction. Trying to decide if I should push or change the subject, I thought it best to let it go and answer her.
“We’re here.”
She straightened up in her seat. Parking, I watched her eyes get wide as she realized where we were. I parked in my usual spot in front of the Athens Speedway Racetrack.
“Are we watching race cars?”
“No.” I paused. “We’re driving them.” I gave her a devilish grin.
Her head started shaking and her pupils dilated. “Turner, I can’t drive a racecar.”
My brows came together. “Why not?”
“Because they’re dangerous, that’s why.”