6
Mila
Vigil had won my son over, heart and soul. He didn’t stop talking about him all week long. From Peashooter to speed bags and back again, Devon kept up a running infomercial for the man. He’d also called him my ginger twice more before I put a stop to it.
Jaded through and through, I wouldn’t ever allow a man in my heart ever again. Couldn’t do so without trusting, something I knew I would never do.
The biker next door might have won my son over, but he wouldn’t scale my walls—knight or no knight. I hated the fact that his true colors, pun definitely intended, would eventually shine through and Devon would end up crushed, but I couldn’t bring myself to prohibit him from seeing the first friend he’d made.
School would begin in a matter of weeks, and he’d find new friends. I hoped
