Games of the Heart
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“Bribery?” he asked.
“Absolutely,” I answered.
I heard him chuckle.
Then he stated in a quiet voice, “Make it clear it’s special, Dusty. Not a bribe. Not something that will happen every time you go out. You are not a new person for Reesee to hit up when she’s convinced she needs some shit to fill some hole that I gotta figure out what she really needs to fill it.”
Seriously, Mike and I had to talk. If he hadn’t figured it out then I was probably closer to knowing what it was then he was.
And Rees was closer to getting it.
My eyes went out the barn to see Fin holding the backdoor open for Rees to go through. Her book bag was over his shoulder. It didn’t look heavy but he still carried it for her.
Seriously, Fin had it going on.
I watched them go through. Then I watched the backdoor close.
Definitely closer to getting it.
“Angel?” Mike called.
“Special. Not a bribe,” I confirmed. “And…Mike?”
“Yeah.”
“Honey, we have to find time to connect and I don’t mean bodily.”
He sounded alert when he asked swiftly, “Everything okay?”
“For me, surprisingly, yeah. For you, I’m sensing, no. You told me you were there to talk things through with. Goes both ways.”
This was met with more silence.
Then I heard, soft and sweet, “I got a meeting, sweetheart.”
“Right.”
“Do you get me?” he asked and I didn’t.
“Get you?”
“I’m at a meeting,” he stated, I stared at the ruined clay and then light dawned.
He had words he wanted to say and he couldn’t because there were people around.
“I get you,” I whispered.
“Right. We’ll connect. Promise.”
“Okay.”
“I want my daughter home by nine,” he decreed.
He was such a good Dad. That was study time, dinner time and TV time.
“Okay,” I repeated then added, “And just so you know, you being a good Dad and giving that to Rees and Fin, right now, I wanna kiss you all over.”
More silence then, “Jesus.”
I grinned.
Then I got a, “Later, darlin’.”
So I gave a, “Later, gorgeous.”
I hit the button on my phone, threw it to my side and dipped my hands in the water in order to drip it on the drying clay.
Then I turned on my wheel.
*
“In life, am I gonna use geometry?” Clarisse asked Fin, he looked from her paper to her and grinned.
“No clue,” he answered.
“So is there a point?” she asked.
His grin died and he held her eyes.
His were very blue.
“Do you know what you wanna do?” he asked.
“Do?” she asked back.
“After high school.”
On that, she had no clue so she shrugged.
“Right,” he replied. “You don’t know, until you do know you gotta lay the groundwork.”
“I’m pretty certain what I wanna do won’t have anything to do with geometry,” she shared and he grinned again.
Then he said soft, “Not what I mean, Reesee.”
God, she never thought she’d love it, anyone but her Dad and No calling her that.
But she loved it when Fin called her that.
“What do you mean?” she asked soft back.
“You might go to school, college. If you do, you gotta have the grades. You f**k this up, get a shit grade, f**ks up your average. You don’t learn it, you can’t answer the questions on the SATs. So, until you get an idea of where you wanna go, you gotta do the work to cover your bases.”
Seriously, he was so smart. She didn’t know anybody like him. Not at school. He was like, practically an adult, he was that smart.
“Right,” she whispered.
They were at right angles at the kitchen table but after she said that word, he scooched his chair around so he was super close.
“Break it down for me, do the work out loud. We’ll try to figure out where you aren’t gettin’ it.”
Oh God! She couldn’t do that! He’d think she was stupid.
She stared at his profile as he stared at her paper, waiting for her to do the work. As she did, she wondered if she was weird thinking he had really beautiful lips. The bottom one was full and both of them had these ridges…
When she didn’t move or speak, his neck twisted and, head still bent, only his eyes came to her.
That close, he was even cuter.
Her belly fluttered.
“Rees?” he called.
Nervous, she blurted straight out, “I don’t want you to think I’m stupid.”
He blinked then he straightened, never taking his eyes from her.
“Why would I think you’re stupid?” he asked.
“I don’t…I mean,” she looked down at the paper then at him. “You’re good at that. You worked out three questions showin’ me how to do it in the time I did one and I got mine wrong when you checked it.”
“Babe, you don’t get geometry, that doesn’t mean you’re stupid. It just means you don’t get geometry. A lot of people don’t get geometry.”
That was a nice thing to say. But still.
Her eyes dropped down to the table. “I don’t get a lot of stuff,” she muttered at the paper.
“Reesee,” he called again and she looked at him.
That was when he did it. Leaned in and got super close. Super close. So close all she could see were his eyes!
“You get shit that matters,” he whispered.
“What?” she breathed.
“You said your Dad was happy. Aunt Dusty was tight with my Dad. They talked all the time. But she’s singin’ and dancin’ and laughin’ and bein’ crazy and it’s crazier than the usual way she does it. You gave her that.”
Clarisse blinked then she said quietly, “You helped.”
“It was your idea,” he reminded her then went on, “You read those diaries and you knew. So you did somethin’ about it. If you do that for your Dad because he’s a good guy and looks out for you, who cares if you don’t get geometry?”
She had to admit, he had a point.
So she smiled at him.
His eyes changed when she did. It seemed they were looking deeper into hers. Then his dropped to her mouth and her belly fluttered again.
Then he moved back a few inches and muttered, “But let’s get you to the point where you can get this enough that you pass this class.”