Chapter Twelve
TYSON
I pressed my palm against my chin, my eyes locked on Selah while she sat on the table in front of me. She picked up a fry and stuffed it into her mouth. Even in a bar surrounded by bikers, I wasn’t ashamed of hiding my smile.
Selah was cute enough. But seeing how happy she was with her mother was a picture too perfect. s**t was like living in a dream.
Sasha glanced at me for a second then turned back to her daughter. “You know, Tyson here loves fries almost as much as you do.”
“He does?” the little girl responded.
“Yeah! Watch. Put one into his mouth and he’ll eat it right up. Be careful of your fingers…”
Selah picked up a fry and hesitantly held it to my mouth. I took a bite and nodded. I chewed as noisily as I could, making the little girl grin even wider than
