Page 46 of Untamed
“Like what?” Why the fuck am I asking?
Because you know you’re curious.
Morgan taps her finger to her tiny chin. She reminds me of Wyatt sometimes with the blonde hair and blue eyes. It makes me miss the little guy something fierce. “A dream catcher. She likes them.”
A dream catcher? Where am I going to find one of those?
When Morgan’s out of sight, I stare up at the window where I know Maesyn’s room is. I imagine her in there, naked, in bed. She probably doesn’t sleep naked, but it’s that image I’ve jerked off to for the last five days—which has been pathetically fucking often. It’s after midnight. Technically speaking, she’s eighteen now. I could . . .nope. Stop it. Fuck, I’m horny.
One more day won’t kill you. My dick doesnotagree.
I rub my eyes and open the door to my truck.
When I’m back at my dad’s old place, I shuffle inside and remember I forgot to pick up the last of the boxes in the storage unit he had in town. We ended up having to move him to a nursing home the last couple of months he was alive so most of his belongings ended up getting stored away while Britany arranged for the house and land to be sold.
This time next year all these eighty acres will be turned into a goddamn strip mall. Shame, really, but the rest of our family lives in Texas. There was no use in keeping it. And besides, once Dani finishes school, she plans on leaving too.
It’s when I’m inside the house, stumbling around trying to find the damn light switch that I trip over a box near the front door. Dani must have left it there when she was here earlier going through the last of her things.
The contents of the box spill out onto the hardwood floor. Bending over, I reach down to pick up what fell out. And wouldn’t you know it . . . it’s a dream catcher. My mom’s actually. She loved those damn things and had them hanging all over the house. Over the years, they’d been given to my aunts and maybe a couple to Dani. But this one, I remember it. It’s the one she had in her bedroom that hung over the bed. I hadn’t seen it in probably fifteen years.
“Bring her something special.”
Shaking my head with laughter, I hold the dream catcher in my hand and look up at the ceiling. “Well played, Mom.”
