Chapter 5

With his beefy workman’s hand, he patted my leg. I let out a deep exhale. “What about you?” I asked. “What are you looking for besides a few late night chats behind a computer screen?”

“You still have a computer? Boy, you’re really old.”

“Stop it.” Playful grin.

I licked the sugary remains of the melted cotton candy from my lips and leaned my head against his broad shoulder. The warm moisture from his armpits saturated the side of my face.

“I honestly don’t know,” he answered. “I should decide soon before my life passes by.”

I nudged closer to him.

“What does T.J. stand for?” he asked.

I dodged the bullet when Devon asked me the first time during one of our early online chats. Not because it was a secret. But the fact that my name reminded me of my father, whom I despised, it rehashed many unpleasant childhood memories for me.

I coughed to the side. “Tim Jackson.”

“Sounds like a country singer.”

“I wish.”

“You don’t like it?”