Worth the fight

almost sounds like he thinks he really could.
    I grin at Lily who w alks up behind Joe and hands him a plate for the burgers he’s just massacred for us.  She rolls her eyes at her husband’s threat.  “Think that ship sailed a long time ago, honey.”
    Joe turns to his wife.  “You don’t think I can take that pretty boy anymore?”
    Lily pats her husband on the chest, patronizing him.  “Sure you can , baby.”  Lily turns her attention back to me.  “Nico, I have someone at work I’d like you to meet.   How about you come over next weekend for a barbeque and I’ll invite her?”  Lily looks down at the plate as Joe finishes loading it with charbroiled burgers.  “On second thought, I’ll cook.”  She winks at me.
    Normally I’m open to meeting women.  I don’t even ask the typical questions people want answered when t hey’re offered a fix up.  I’ve always been an equal opportunity man, I like them in all shapes and sizes.  “Can I get back to you Lil?  I sort of met someone.”
    Lily is surprised at my response.  “You mean you’re seeing someone exclusively? ” She emphasizes the word exclusively as if the concept was foreign to me. 
    “Not yet.”
    “Well what’s stopping you?”
    “She is.”
    “Why don’t you just use your usual seek and conquer charm that you always do?”  Lily is only half kidding with her comment.
    “Because this one you have to earn.”
    Lily shakes her head and mumbles something I can’t hear as she walks away laughing. 
    “Shit , bro, you’re screwed.  The one’s you have to earn own you.”
    ***
    Preach brings up the Kravitz fight at the table again and I endure another half hour of lectures and name calling from my brothers.  It’s the first time that I’m seriously considering getting back in the cage in a long time.  But Preach pissed me off, rallying my brothers on his side, so I don’t tell him.  I’ll let him suffer a little while longer.

Chapter 11
    Elle
    As I drive to the restaurant to meet William, I regret agreeing to dinner so soon.  Two days wasn’t enough time to sort out my head.  I’m more confused now t han I was a few days ago.   I’ve made a mental checklist of reasons I should be with William.  He’s every mother’s dream, tall, handsome, polite, smart, well educated, and kind.  I even tried to make the same checklist of reasons I shouldn’t be with William, but after hours of trying to come up with something, that side of the page is still empty.   At first I thought it was Nico clouding my judgment on William, but then I realized I’ve been at the same place with William since long before Nico Hunter stepped foot inside my office.  Maybe I just need to put more effort into whatever it is William and I have.
    As usual, William is at the same table we always sit at when I walk in.  He’s surprised to see me on time. I smile at him, but put more effort into it than usual.  Maybe this won’t be so hard to do.  The look on his face tells me he’s happy to see me too.  He tells me I look beautiful as he kisses me on the cheek and gives me a warm, be it quick, embrace.  He’s a good man, I know he will make a good husband and father some day. 
    We order our drinks and William takes my hand on top of the table.  It’s a bit outside of his norm.  Public display s of affection aren’t something he prefers, which has always been just fine with me.  Softly, his thumb caresses the top of my hand.  I look at where our hands are joined and watch as his thumb strokes back and forth on the top of my hand.  It feels...what does it feel like?  Nice.  Comfortable.  What it doesn’t do is make my heart rate speed up.   And it definitely doesn’t make the little hairs on the back of my neck stand up at attention. 
    My phone buzzes and I excuse myself to look at it.  I lie that I ’m waiting to hear from Regina about a call.  But I’m stalling.  Waiting for a sign on what the right decision is at the last minute of my self-imposed deadline. 
    I can’t stop thinking about you.   Nico.  My pulse quickens and I feel my palms start to sweat.  I finally realize that all the lists I’ve made didn’t help me decide because they’ve been about William and the problem isn’t with William.  It’s me.  I don’t feel what I should feel about him, no matter how hard I want to.
    I set my phone aside and don’t respond to the text.  William reaches for my hand and I pull it back.  I