Chapter 2

She walked towards him. Taking him by the hand and they both walked back to his bedroom. She would have preferred to carry him. But lately he had been letting her know he wasn’t a little boy anymore. He wanted to be treated like the big boy that he was.

Katherine smiled as she thought of it. He was one of the reasons she was moving. He loved Jonathan and he was always sad every time Jon visited them and had to go back. His excitement when she told him they were moving was so great. She couldn’t bear to disappoint him now.

So they were moving. Five years later. Back to her hometown. Back to Jensen Packard.

She wasn’t going to like this. Of course she wanted to get closer to her brother too. He was the closest thing Tim had to a father right now. And she knew Tim needed one. She wanted Tim to have one.

The problem was Jensen Packard. She wasn’t sure about seeing him again. And judging from the way he ignored her text. It was obvious that he wasn’t crazy about the idea of seeing her either.

Katherine tucked Tim back into bed.

“Goodnight, honey,” she said. “Want me to sing a lullaby?”

“Mom,” he said. “You know I’m too old for that… But thanks anyways.”

“Fine,” she replied. “But just so you know, You are never going to be too old for me dear… You are always going to be my little boy. Just so you know.”

Tim smiled. “I know… Thanks, Mom… Goodnight.”

“Goodnight, sweetie.”

Katherine returned to the living room. She picked up her phone from the table. There was no need waiting for Jensen to text her back. He clearly wasn’t going to. She would just have to find another place.

She went to her room. She undressed and took a quick shower.

Time to go to bed… And maybe come up with a plan B.

***

Jensen woke the next morning.

He had to go back to work. But he sure as hell wasn’t going to work on an empty stomach. He needed food. And not just something he bought at a store. He wanted something homemade.

He fed Rufus, took a shower, then got dressed quickly. He left the house and got into his car. He thought of stopping at his family house. The one Dillon and his family now lived in. But he decided against it. They were probably dealing with preparing the kids for school right now. Probably best not to distract them.

He went to his sister's apartment instead. If anyone was going to have food at her place, it was Elaine. She was a great cook. And he had a key. So he could let himself in even if she wasn’t around.

She was. But let himself in anyway. Elaine wasn’t in the living room. Maybe she was still asleep. He thought. He wasn’t going to bother her. So he headed straight for the kitchen. He opened her fridge.

There was some leftover chicken in it. Great. He thought. He knew he wasn’t going to be disappointed. He took it out.

He was heating it up when he heard footsteps. Elanie was up.

From behind him a voice said. “Hello…Man who doesn’t live here.”

Jensen smiled. He turned around, the smile still plastered on his face. “Well… Good morning to you, dear sister,” he said, trying to sound normal… And failing.

“Good morning… The fact that you have a key doesn’t mean you should abuse the privilege,” Elanie said, trying to look pissed.

Jensen went on smiling.

“And you just barge in here and eat my food!” Elanie continued. “You suck… You know that?”

“Oh come on,” Jensen said. “I was hungry… Damn it.”

“Then get a wife…Or a cook…Dummy,” Elanie replied.

“Maybe you should set me up with one of your friends then.”

“Yeah I don’t think so… It didn’t work out before and it won’t work out now… You seem to find a reason to ruin every relationship you get into… And you want to know why I think you do that?”

Jensen rubbed his chin, pretending to give her question some thought. “No… Actually I don’t,” he replied finally, transferring the food onto a plate and sitting on one of the chairs.

He took a huge bite and smiled at Elaine. “Hmmmm,” he said, his mouth full. “This is good.”

Elaine rolled her eyes and continued anyway. “Because you still think about her.”

“Don’t mention that name, Elaine. I mean it.”

“I didn’t… I simply said to her… But you know who I’m talking about. And the fact that you won’t even talk about her is the reason why you are never going to be able to get over all this… You have to forget about her.”

How could he forget? He thought. Forgetting about her seemed to be the one thing he couldn’t do. The one thing he thoroughly sucked at. But she was in the past now. She made a decision. One that had hurt him so damn much. But it didn’t matter now.

Elaine kept talking. “You have to find someone else you know. And not all those one night stands you usually have. A nice, meaningful relationship with someone.”

“I didn’t come here so we could talk about this,” Jensen said.

“But we are going to talk about it anyway,” Elaine replied. “You have to find a way to move on.”

“I don’t know what you are talking about. I have moved on… A long time ago.”

“No you haven’t.”

“Fine… Can you just shut up… Please.”

“Okay,” Elaine said as she left the kitchen. “Please finish your food and leave… I will see you later… And you better don’t leave that plate in the sink unwashed,” Jensen smiled. 

That was exactly what he intended to do. And that’s what he did. He left the plate right there in the sink. He and Elaine were very close, and he enjoyed torturing her. She did the same to him whenever she got the chance though.

He got into his car and drove to his Office. While Dillon handled the family business., He had concentrated on starting his. And now he was almost done.

When he got to his office he took off his suit, placing it on his chair headrest. Then he took out his phone. He had a text message. He remembered his phone buzzing last night. He remembered he hadn’t checked the message last night because he was so tired. Who had texted him? He thought.

He opened the text. It was from an unknown number.