“What do you mean?” she asked, letting him go and moving up the bed against the headboard. He lifted himself up on his elbows and played with his fingers without looking at her as his hair fell into his eyes.
She reached out, moving the hair, as he said, “I know you said that I can’t blame myself for how my sister and mother were, but I can’t help it. I hate what they did and how they allowed things to happen to Claire. How could they allow her to beg for food, to have to fight to keep men off her? Why would my sister put her in that position? Why couldn’t she just give her to me? You know? I wasn’t the smartest tool in the shed back then but fuck, I would have protected her.”
Reese felt broken as she listened to him, his voice hitching in spots and slowly breaking her heart. “You’re right, you would have, and you are now.”
“It just sucks because it’s not my sister or my mom that have to deal with the aftermath of their actions, it’s me and Claire. I’m the one that has to fix Claire, to shower her with love and reassure her that she will never go hungry again or ever have to fight off a man. Not that I have a problem doing it, I would die for this girl but still, it shouldn’t be like this. They should be here, healthy and as a family, we should do this together.”
Reese cupped his face and brought it up so she could gaze into his show-stopping eyes. “Even though they aren’t here and have created all kinds of hell for you, let me just say that you are doing a marvelous job with Claire. I promise you that she is going to grow up and be happy and successful because you love her so much. You are the best thing for her, Phillip. She is lucky to have you.”
He smiled, leaning into her hand. “Thanks.”
She winked at him, receiving a laugh from him as she whispered, “Anytime.”
“The same goes for you too, you know.”
She gave him a puzzled look as she asked, “What do you mean?”
“You. You’re the best thing for her as well, and she is lucky to have you,” he said. He looked away and then in a lower voice, said, “So am I. Every time I feel like I’m fucking up, you reassure me. I couldn’t do this without you, so thank you.”
For some reason that statement didn’t freak her out, it pleased her, as she locked eyes with him. Biting into her lip, she ran her thumb along his bottom lip before saying, “You’re welcome.”
When he pushed up on his hands, she watched as his arms flexed before his lips were right at hers, his eyes boring into hers, a grin sitting on his beautiful lips. “I like that we are there for each other.”
She nodded, her heart hammering against her ribs because she shouldn’t like it but she did.
“Me too.”
Moving his nose along hers, he whispered, “Good, now kiss me.”
“Always so demanding,” she teased as her hands trailed down his back, cupping his fine ass.
“Damn right and you love it,” he said, right before he captured her mouth with his own.
All she could do was kiss him and think that he was completely right.
“WELL IF it isn’t Miss Reese Allen of the sought-after Reese Allen Company. You know I’ve been hearing your name all week!”
Reese turned and a wide smile crossed her face when her gaze met a pair of familiar, green, cat-like eyes. Mrs. Prissy stood with a confidence that came with being one of the best Burlesque dancers in the industry. Even retired, people knew who she was. With bright red hair, big pouty lips, breasts that gave Dolly Parton a run for her money and a trim, sexy waist, Mrs. Prissy was a showstopper, giving the saying that ‘the forties were the new thirties’ a new meaning. Of course, with the help of multiple plastic surgeries, but no one mentioned that part. Ever.
Reaching out, she wrapped her arms around her old friend and smiled as she hugged her back. “Mrs. Prissy, gorgeous as ever!”
She laughed as she waved her off. “Oh stop, you’re making me blush,” she said, but Reese knew she loved it.