Capturing Peace
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“You’re such an ass**le.”
“Who’s cussing now?” Her hand came up to my bare chest, but instead of putting pressure against it, her fingers subtly curled against my skin. I moved so I could see her face, and had to bite back a smile when I noticed her eyes were zeroed in on her hand and my chest. Her breathing got heavier, and each breath brought us closer together again. “Drop the front, Reagan. The tough, uncaring act isn’t flattering. I don’t know you, but from the few glimpses I’ve seen when you’ve dropped your guard, and what I’ve heard, this isn’t you. You’re protecting yourself and you don’t trust guys—understandably—but we’re not all bad.”
“Coming from the guy who said I act like a bitch,” she said, and looked up at me. Her face would have been unreadable if it weren’t for her eyes, which were bright with amusement.
“I was proving a point, and you were acting like a bitch. Sorry if you don’t like honesty, but if you give me shit, be prepared to get it right back.”
“You’re a real charmer, you know that? And why do you say that like we’ll see each other again? After this lovely encounter, I’m pretty sure I’ll be avoiding you and your arrogant mouth at all costs.”
“There you go acting like you don’t care again. Don’t forget . . . I did hear your friend refer to me as ‘the hot Asian.’ ”
Her cheeks went red again, and just as she opened her mouth to respond, a small voice came from beside us.
“Mom . . . ?”
Reagan quickly pushed away from me, and we both turned to see two boys standing there. One with blond hair just like his mom’s.
“Hey, honey, what’s up?” Reagan asked, her voice shaky.
He looked over at me before looking back at his mom. “Who’s he?”
She had a lost look on her face when she glanced at me, and I just raised an eyebrow waiting for her response. “He’s uh . . . he’s Uncle Keegan’s friend. His name’s Coen.”
His chest puffed out as he crossed his arms and glared up at me. I had no doubt he’d perfected that look by watching his mom. “Are you being mean to my mom?”
I couldn’t help it, I barked out a laugh and bent down so I was eye level with him. “No way, bud. Because I’d be too scared of you coming to kick my butt if I were.”
“Oh God,” Reagan muttered, and I wondered if “butt” was a bad word for a kid his age.
He watched me for a few more seconds, like he was trying to figure out if he should still try to save his mom from me, before he relaxed his stance and pointed at the arm that was fully sleeved. “I like your arms. The stars are cool,” he said, and tapped one of three stars on my forearm.
“Yeah? Well maybe we’ll have to get you one.”
“Really?” he asked excitedly at the same time Reagan groaned. “Are you kidding?”
I stood and looked at her. “What? It would wash off after a few days.”
“Seriously, Coen?” She rolled her eyes at me and shook her head.
“Do yours wash off too?”
Looking back at the boys, I bent down again to talk to them. “No, but that’s ’cause I’m older.”
“How old until mine won’t wash off?”
“Never,” Reagan said at the same time I shrugged and said, “At least eighteen. So what, you have about two . . . three years left until then?”
Parker and his friend laughed. “I’m only six!”
“Six? Really? Hmm.” I clicked my tongue and made a face. “Guess you’ll have to hold off for a while then, yeah?”
“Oh my God, this isn’t happening,” Reagan huffed.
I shot her a wink as I stood back up. She returned it with a glare.
“Parker, what’d you come over here for? Are you ready to go home?”
“Oh! Mom, can I stay at Jason’s tonight? He already asked his mom and she said I could, so can I? Please, Mom?”
If I hadn’t been watching her, I wouldn’t have seen the look of panic that crossed her face before she could cover it with a smile. “Wow, um, you sure you want to?”
“Yes, Mom, please!”
“Well, let me go talk to Jason’s mom, and I’ll let you know, okay? Go play.”
Parker seemed to take that as a “yes” because he high-fived his friend before running back to the jungle gym.
Looking back at Reagan, I noticed the panic was back in her eyes and walked closer to her. “First sleepover?”
Her head turned quickly to face me, and her hands went to play with the ends of her hair. “He’s only ever stayed at my parents’ house before.”
“Does he know the Jason kid well?”
“Yeah, they were in the same class last year, he’s his best friend. I’ve only met his mom a few times, but she’s really nice.”
“I’m sure he’ll be fine, and if he’s not, he’ll call you and you can pick him up.”
“It’s not Parker I’m worried about, it’s—wait, why am I even discussing this with you? For some reason I doubt you have kids, which means you have no idea what this is like. And you’ve only known my son and me for five minutes, you don’t have a say in any of this.”
Touching her arm, I turned her so we were facing each other and closed the distance between us. Her breathing started picking up pace again, and I waited for her to drag her eyes from my chest until she was looking up at me. “No, I don’t have kids. I just remember what it was like being that age. And I know I don’t have any say, and I’m not trying to. But anyone could have seen how close you were to freaking out, so I was trying to help you by getting you to talk about it instead of keeping everything inside.”
“Who’s cussing now?” Her hand came up to my bare chest, but instead of putting pressure against it, her fingers subtly curled against my skin. I moved so I could see her face, and had to bite back a smile when I noticed her eyes were zeroed in on her hand and my chest. Her breathing got heavier, and each breath brought us closer together again. “Drop the front, Reagan. The tough, uncaring act isn’t flattering. I don’t know you, but from the few glimpses I’ve seen when you’ve dropped your guard, and what I’ve heard, this isn’t you. You’re protecting yourself and you don’t trust guys—understandably—but we’re not all bad.”
“Coming from the guy who said I act like a bitch,” she said, and looked up at me. Her face would have been unreadable if it weren’t for her eyes, which were bright with amusement.
“I was proving a point, and you were acting like a bitch. Sorry if you don’t like honesty, but if you give me shit, be prepared to get it right back.”
“You’re a real charmer, you know that? And why do you say that like we’ll see each other again? After this lovely encounter, I’m pretty sure I’ll be avoiding you and your arrogant mouth at all costs.”
“There you go acting like you don’t care again. Don’t forget . . . I did hear your friend refer to me as ‘the hot Asian.’ ”
Her cheeks went red again, and just as she opened her mouth to respond, a small voice came from beside us.
“Mom . . . ?”
Reagan quickly pushed away from me, and we both turned to see two boys standing there. One with blond hair just like his mom’s.
“Hey, honey, what’s up?” Reagan asked, her voice shaky.
He looked over at me before looking back at his mom. “Who’s he?”
She had a lost look on her face when she glanced at me, and I just raised an eyebrow waiting for her response. “He’s uh . . . he’s Uncle Keegan’s friend. His name’s Coen.”
His chest puffed out as he crossed his arms and glared up at me. I had no doubt he’d perfected that look by watching his mom. “Are you being mean to my mom?”
I couldn’t help it, I barked out a laugh and bent down so I was eye level with him. “No way, bud. Because I’d be too scared of you coming to kick my butt if I were.”
“Oh God,” Reagan muttered, and I wondered if “butt” was a bad word for a kid his age.
He watched me for a few more seconds, like he was trying to figure out if he should still try to save his mom from me, before he relaxed his stance and pointed at the arm that was fully sleeved. “I like your arms. The stars are cool,” he said, and tapped one of three stars on my forearm.
“Yeah? Well maybe we’ll have to get you one.”
“Really?” he asked excitedly at the same time Reagan groaned. “Are you kidding?”
I stood and looked at her. “What? It would wash off after a few days.”
“Seriously, Coen?” She rolled her eyes at me and shook her head.
“Do yours wash off too?”
Looking back at the boys, I bent down again to talk to them. “No, but that’s ’cause I’m older.”
“How old until mine won’t wash off?”
“Never,” Reagan said at the same time I shrugged and said, “At least eighteen. So what, you have about two . . . three years left until then?”
Parker and his friend laughed. “I’m only six!”
“Six? Really? Hmm.” I clicked my tongue and made a face. “Guess you’ll have to hold off for a while then, yeah?”
“Oh my God, this isn’t happening,” Reagan huffed.
I shot her a wink as I stood back up. She returned it with a glare.
“Parker, what’d you come over here for? Are you ready to go home?”
“Oh! Mom, can I stay at Jason’s tonight? He already asked his mom and she said I could, so can I? Please, Mom?”
If I hadn’t been watching her, I wouldn’t have seen the look of panic that crossed her face before she could cover it with a smile. “Wow, um, you sure you want to?”
“Yes, Mom, please!”
“Well, let me go talk to Jason’s mom, and I’ll let you know, okay? Go play.”
Parker seemed to take that as a “yes” because he high-fived his friend before running back to the jungle gym.
Looking back at Reagan, I noticed the panic was back in her eyes and walked closer to her. “First sleepover?”
Her head turned quickly to face me, and her hands went to play with the ends of her hair. “He’s only ever stayed at my parents’ house before.”
“Does he know the Jason kid well?”
“Yeah, they were in the same class last year, he’s his best friend. I’ve only met his mom a few times, but she’s really nice.”
“I’m sure he’ll be fine, and if he’s not, he’ll call you and you can pick him up.”
“It’s not Parker I’m worried about, it’s—wait, why am I even discussing this with you? For some reason I doubt you have kids, which means you have no idea what this is like. And you’ve only known my son and me for five minutes, you don’t have a say in any of this.”
Touching her arm, I turned her so we were facing each other and closed the distance between us. Her breathing started picking up pace again, and I waited for her to drag her eyes from my chest until she was looking up at me. “No, I don’t have kids. I just remember what it was like being that age. And I know I don’t have any say, and I’m not trying to. But anyone could have seen how close you were to freaking out, so I was trying to help you by getting you to talk about it instead of keeping everything inside.”
