"Is that why you do what you do?" I ask her.
"Drug counseling? Pretty obvious, right?"
"Pretty fucking impressive, I'd say."
Sutton's face flushes red and she averts her gaze with uncharacteristic shyness. She picks up the fork and starts fiddling with it again while she continues. "My life was very bad when my dad was part of it. His drug addiction brought a lot of suffering down on my mom and me. My mom saved me, though. She got me out of that environment-as best she could. Then Jim-Dad saved us both."
Laying the fork back down, she lifts her eyes to meet mine, and she is smiling in a moment of happy reflection and love for her family.
I want to hear all about her story, but I'm actually afraid to. I'm afraid to hear it because of the comparisons I'll draw to my own life, and I hate thinking about my childhood. I also don't want to hear her story because something churns a bit in my gut. It appears we both had crappy childhoods, yet Sutton seems to have adjusted just fine. At least from what I can tell.
Me?
Not so much. I've let my past shape me into something that a few weeks ago I was pretty comfortable with.
But now?
Now I'm not sure I like looking in the mirror and seeing the reflection. I'm pretty confident that while Sutton has been a beautiful, bright spot in my life recently, she could also cause me a world of hurt by peeling away my scabs. I like her, want to get to know her, want to spend time with her.
Want to fuck her, no doubt.
But I don't want to get too close. I think that would cause repercussions that I probably couldn't bear in the long run.
Chapter 12
Sutton
I can't believe I'm on a date with Alex Crossman. I can't believe Alex Crossman just had dinner at my parents' house. I can't believe I want him to kiss me more than I've ever wanted to be kissed before, and my palms are sweating so badly over the prospect I keep wiping them on my jeans.
The evening has been perfect so far. Alex picked me up at my house. When I invited him in and asked if he wanted a tour, he just gave me a slick grin and said, "Later. When I drop you off."
And that was when my insanely slutty side came to light. All I could imagine was him coming into my house and pushing me up against the wall … taking all kinds of indecent liberties with me whether I wanted him to or not. The image was burned so hotly into my mind that I kept revisiting it during dinner.
Sometimes I even had a hard time concentrating on what was going on around me, my mind wandering toward my fantasies rather than my reality.
And the reality was, that dinner was fun and wonderful, and the best part was seeing Glenn's face when I showed up with Alex. I thought he was going to perish on the spot, and he got so tongue-tied that he could barely say hello. Alex had pulled a bag out of the back of his Suburban when we pulled up in front of my parents' home, and when I asked what was in it, he just shrugged and said, "A few things for your brother."
A few things turned out to be a signed Crossman jersey, four tickets to the next home game for the entire family, a signed Crossman poster and a stick signed by the Cold Fury's goalie, Max Fournier. I freakin' had to turn my head and wipe my eyes on my shoulder when I saw the way Glenn's face lit up. For a split second, he doubted the entire bounty before him, and looked to Mom for reassurance that it was okay to accept so many wonderful gifts. Then my little brother-my beautiful little baby brother-looked to Alex and said, "It's too much."
Alex flinched slightly, then his face broke out with understanding. Treading a very fine line between encouragement to accept and understanding over Glenn's sensitivity to money, Alex played it off beautifully. He said, "No way, dude. I've had this stuff just sitting around my apartment."
Which was a lie. The freakin' stick was signed by Max Fournier, so Alex had taken the time to get this stuff for Glenn. I wanted to launch myself at him with a hug of epic proportions, but to everyone's surprise, Glenn beat me to it. He stood up from his chair and flung his arms around Alex as he sat on the couch next to me. I couldn't help but grin when Alex caught him in a bear hug and awkwardly patted Glenn on the back, looking over his shoulder at me with a soft smile.
Dinner was amazing, thanks to the fact my mom is like the best cook in the world. Despite the crusty and surly side of Alex that I had seen on occasion, he was nothing but open and candid with my family. Glenn chattered away at him incessantly with my mom and Jim-Dad popping in questions every now and then. I did notice, however, that he gently steered away from any questions about his childhood or his own parents, instead focusing on the fact that he had left home permanently to live with a foster family while playing in the Quebec Juniors. This was interesting to me because he focused on his early hockey career, when I know for a fact that he doesn't care too much for said career at all. The counselor side of me knows he's avoiding something that is more painful than his distaste for the sport.