But he’s singing, Reed signed emphatically.Really badly.
“Son, we don’t have any control over the quality of your dad’s voice. But now we know it means he’s not in pain, and that’s the good thing. Remember when you made jokes that time you had to get a filling?”
Laughing gas. Hated it.
“Well, this is the same thing. It’s okay. No one is in danger. And it’s nice to see your dad happy.”
He’s happy?
Cynthia looked over the car at me and smiled. “Oh yes. He’s very happy.”
Brandy ended up taking Reed back to their house because seeing his dad this way made him too upset. I kind of understood how he felt. Of course, I was amused by Kit’s vocal theatrics, but they made me realize how much I appreciated his generally calm demeanor.
When he wasn’t panicking or hungry, that is.
Cynthia helped me get him into bed and get his knee propped up on a pillow, then headed back out to the hallway.
Still humming, this time an old Kenny Rogers classic, Kit reached out his hand for me. I took it and placed a kiss on his forehead.
When I pulled away, he had a sloppy grin on his face. “You’re so pretty”
“And you’re so handsome,” I responded, pushing the hair off his forehead.
“Thank you for making me get this done.”
“I’m glad you agreed to it. I think your knee is going to start feeling better pretty soon.”
“Me too. Love you so much,” he murmured as his eyes drifted shut.
I understood he was high as a kite, but his words had me rubbing my chest, wishing they were true. I kissed his forehead again, right as he started snoring. My heart full, I joined Cynthia.
“That man is a handful,” I said, wrapping my arm around her shoulders.
“That he is.” She looked up at me, a light in her eyes. “But don’t dismiss what he said, just because he was on pain medication.”
I picked at a hangnail. “You heard him?”
“He wasn’t exactly quiet.”
“True. His volume control leaves something to be desired.”
“But his heart is in the right place,” she insisted, patting my arm. “I can tell you that much.”
“Don’t you think it’s a little too soon for all of that?”
“You’ve known each other for a while now, right?”
“Sure.”
“Kit’s known since the moment y’all met that there was something special about you. Took him a while to figure out what it was, but now that he’s got it straight—ha—it won’t take too long now for him to start making moves and declarations.”
I went quiet, letting my thoughts settle as we walked into the living room.
“You think?” I asked, trying not to sound too hopeful.
“Skylar, Iknow. That man loves deep. And he don’t let go unless you do.” She looked at the ground. “Saddest thing I ever had to do was break my best friend’s heart. And if I’d had even a sliver of bisexuality, I would’ve stayed. Once I understood who I was . . .”
“You had to go. You had to make your life.”
