Chapter 25

Imogen

I am trying so hard not to look at his ass as he walks in front of me like he owns the goddamn shop. Honestly, who does Cody think he is? But he does draw a lot of stares and comments. A young boy comes running up to him before we’ve even got inside the shop. “Hey, Mr Brannigan can I have your autograph please?” He’s adorable, I’d say about seven years of age with blonde hair that hangs to his chin.

“Timmy, leave Mr Brannigan alone. Sorry. He’s just one of your biggest fans.” The mother looks apologetic and pushes her long dark hair away from her face and grabs her son’s hand.

“No problem ma’am. Sure little fella. What’s your name?” Brannigan actually crouches down so his face is the same height as little Timmy’s. Wow. He is so fucking sweet. It’s making me melt just watching him interact with the kid, it’s hurting my ovaries. Holy crap.

“Are you sure?” Asks his mother as she ferrets around inside her large brown bag, no doubt looking for a pen and something for Cody to sign