The bad boy dropped his gaze to the table, his fists clenched around the breadstick that he had taken and held uneaten in his grip.
Wade grimaced slightly, ‘my sperm donor’s idea of taking care of me was to buy me expensive crap and leave me in the care of others. Rosa took over as my parent, she didn’t allow me to get spoilt’ he added with a grin, ‘she was a strict Spanish mama and she made sure I appreciated what I had.’
‘Your mum died?’ I whispered, shocked, sadness clouding my face, ‘I’m so sorry Wade, that must have been awful.’
Wade shrugged, not meeting my gaze, ‘I was a child, it’s been a long time, I don’t tend to think about it anymore.’ he added as he reached out for his drink and took a gulp.
Hesitating a moment, I finally muttered, ‘what happened to her?’ stammering slight
