life. Not like this.

“It has been a long time. Why are you here?” I replied, not taking my eyes off Dewayne. He was

still larger than life. More so than when I was a teenager. He had a few more piercings now and a

couple more tattoos. His shoulders were even wider, and the thick, corded muscles in his arms were

intimidating. The man was like a brick wall.

Yet those eyelashes of his were still too thick for a male, and even though he’d pierced his lip, it

didn’t take away from the plumpness that women paid good money to mimic. The worn jeans that

looked like they needed a good washing hugged him in a way I wanted to ignore. I had to ignore. This

man was off-limits to me.

He wasn’t just the nice guy who had been my friend when I was younger. He was also a man who

had abandoned me when I’d needed someone the most. Even if he was delicious and what female

fantasies were made of, I would never forgive him. Dustin had adored him, yet Dustin’s son didn’t

even know him.

He cocked an eyebrow at me, as if he was surprised by my reaction to him. “Came over to see who

the new neighbors were. Beat-to-shit car parked out front concerned me. Neighborhood’s not what it

used to be.”

Once I wouldn’t have been able to look past his perfectly chiseled face and full lips to get angry

with him. That wasn’t the case any longer. My hands fisted at my sides, and I wanted nothing more

than to punch him in the nose. I owned that car. I had worked hard to buy that car.

“I’ll keep that in mind. I can assure you we’re not going to cause any problems,” I replied, walking

over to the door and putting my hand on it to let him know I was done with this visit and wanted him

to leave.

Dewayne frowned, and his dark eyes, which in my dreams had looked at me like he had today when

I’d walked into the room, were now narrowed. Great, I’d managed to piss off the massive, monstersize

man who could knock me down with one hard puff. “Where did that sweet girl I used to know go?

You lose her somewhere?” Dewayne’s voice was even, but the low, menacing sound to it bothered me.

What did he expect me to do? Bat my eyelashes at him and swoon like I had when I was a kid?

“She learned to toughen up and trust no one.” I gripped the door, fighting the urge to slam it in his

face. Because I was pretty sure he could rip it off its hinges if provoked. “Thanks for stopping by. Now

that you know we aren’t about to dirty up the neighborhood with our presence, you can go on back to

your parents’ place. We’re fine here.” I started closing the door. Dewayne stepped back. To my

surprise, he turned around, then started walking away.

At least he took the hint. I was torn between being angry and being relieved. He’d left without

making a scene and upsetting Micah . . . but he hadn’t asked me one thing about him. Hadn’t asked to

see him or asked for his parents to get to meet him. That was a pain I thought I’d gotten over years

ago. Now I realized I hadn’t. Living here was like ripping the scab right off. It hurt something fierce.

Locking the door, I moved over to peek through the curtains and saw Dewayne talking to his dad as

he walked inside their house. Why were they like this? I had loved them like my own family. At times

growing up, I’d wished they were my family. Tabby had always had a smile and open arms when I

needed to throw myself into them. Never would I have imagined that the child of the son they’d

adored would be completely ignored.

Micah was so special. He had his father’s charm, and he was so smart. He was like a little grown

man in a child’s body. Everyone who had ever met him fell in love with him. Just like his father. His

smile was Dustin’s, and so was his laugh. It was like having a part of Dustin with me all the time.

Micah was his own person, and he had wonderful qualities his father hadn’t had. He was perfect.

Dustin would have wanted Micah to have his last name. That would never be. I did the only thing I

could do and gave him his father’s given name instead. Micah Dustin Roy was what I put on his birth

certificate. Back then I had hoped that one day the Falcos would allow me to change his last name to

Falco. That dream had passed years ago.

“Momma?” Micah’s voice was filled with concern.

I walked over to him and squatted down to his eye level. He knew he shouldn’t have answered the

door. It was something I had drilled into his head since we’d moved out of Aunt Cathy’s. We still had

to talk about this. Just because he felt safe here didn’t mean there was no danger.

“You know better than to open that door,” I told him.

His shoulders slumped and he nodded. “Yeah. I know. I forgot. But that man was nice. He wasn’t a

bad guy, was he, Momma?”

I thought about that. Dewayne wasn’t a bad guy the way that Micah meant. But he wasn’t a good

man. A good man wouldn’t have turned on his brother’s child. “He’s not someone we need to spend

time with. He won’t hurt us or anything, but I don’t trust him. Our business is our business. That’s it.

Okay? We don’t share our business with anyone. When someone comes into our life who I feel we can

trust, I will let you know. Until then, it’s just me and you.”

Micah nodded. “Okay. Just me and you.”

I held up my fist. “Dynamic Duo,” I said.

He fisted up his hand and bumped mine. “Dynamic Duo,” he repeated. Then he threw his arms

around me and hugged me tightly. “Love you, Momma.”

“I love you, too, baby boy.”

I held on to him as long as he would let me. When he was done, he dropped his arms and stood

back. “I’m gonna go back to my room and play.”

I stood up and pressed a kiss to his head. “I’m gonna fix us some supper,” I told him.

“Mac ’n’ cheese!” he called out as he ran for his room.

“No. You’re gonna turn into mac ’n’ cheese,” I called back to him, laughing, before heading to the

kitchen. Tonight we were eating bread pizzas. It was something I had come up with to make a cheap

meal interesting. Slices of sandwich bread with tomato paste, cheese, pepperoni, and mushrooms

didn’t cost much and made several meals.

“You’re gonna make bread pizzas, aren’t you?” he said as he stuck his head back out of his room

and looked down the hall toward the kitchen.

“Yep. You gonna help me?”

“Yup!” he called back. “You don’t put enough cheese,” he explained as he came running back

toward me.

DEWAYNE

“What’s the verdict? You think the kid who answered the door is gonna be the new neighborhood drug

lord?” Dad asked as he followed me into the house.

I shot him an annoyed glare and he chuckled. He didn’t realize that shit actually went on in some

places. It was my job to keep them safe, even if he didn’t accept that.

“Looked right terrifying. ’Specially when he peeked around your legs at me.”

The kid had been cool. Dad would love him. . . . But . . . I wasn’t sure I was gonna tell him just who

that kid belonged to. Sienna wasn’t the same girl they’d known. She was cold, distant, and hiding

something. I knew enough about people to know when someone wanted to get rid of me because they

didn’t want me to see too closely.

The boy had to be what had made her clam up. She didn’t want us to know she’d turned around and

gotten knocked up, probably no more than a year after Dustin was killed. Can’t say I blame her,

because it didn’t look real good. Maybe she really had snapped, and because she was mentally

unstable, she’d made a mistake and ended up with Micah.

She sure didn’t look mentally unstable now. Fuck. Who was I kidding? The woman could be crazy