I grinned and shook my head. “He’s drunk. And don’t act all high and mighty. You took off all your clothes on a rollercoaster once.”
“That was on a dare. And who the hell told you that?”
“It’s practically an urban legend. We all do stupid things. Christian, come down from there. We’re leaving.”
“I’m having a good time.”
I flicked a nervous glance at a man who’d walked in and turned his gaze up.
Christian slid off the ball and fell onto the sofa with a hard thud. “I never stick the landing,” he grunted before limping in our direction. Christian stripped off his black shirt and hung it around my father’s neck. “Wouldn’t want you to freeze to death, Papa. I’m a hospitable and thoughtful Vampire with a large cock and unfathomable intelligence. Do I win your affections?” In nothing but boxer briefs and lace-up boots, he strutted toward a statue of a saint. “Ah,there’smy coat!”
Christian lifted his trench coat from the statue’s shoulders. When he gave the saint a pat on the arm, it broke off. While getting down from the display, he slipped on the broken piece and struck the floor like a bug hitting the windshield of a car.
I walked over and stared at the broken saint. “You do realize you’re going to hell, right?”
Christian climbed to his feet and put his arm around my father. “I’m already there.”
CHAPTER12
Isidled up to Shepherd’s chair at a bar in one of our many game rooms and cracked open a can of grape soda. Sunlight streamed through the windows. “Don’t tell Viktor about Christian getting drunk.”
Shepherd chuckled. “Funniest damn thing I’ve ever seen. And sickest. How many bags did he drink?”
I sipped my drink. “Too many.”
Shepherd studied his beer bottle. “Be glad you were at Memorial Hospital. That’s my old stomping grounds. Marvin’s head of security, and he’s Breed.”
“So he’ll erase all the footage?”
Shepherd chuckled. “I asked for a copy.”
“Swell.”
“How’s your old man?”
I burped and then rested my head against my fist. “He seems okay. I keep thinking how it could’ve been worse. His crew had gone home, so he was alone in the shop. If it wasn’t for that customer, he might have just lain there on the floor and gotten hypothermia. Or driven himself home and run off the road. He wouldn’t have gone to the doctor himself. He’s stubborn.”
Shepherd tipped the bottle to his lips. “Things like that seem to run in the family.”
“Hey, where is he?” Switch called out from the door.
I swiveled around in my seat, watching Switch cut around the pool table with a worried look. “He’s in my room. Just leave him. He doesn’t want visitors.”
“Is he okay?”
“As long as he takes it easy. I just have to keep an eye on him for a couple of days.”
Hunter shot in and leaned over the pool table, grabbing the cue ball and knocking it around the table.
“Viktor said he could come here,” I continued. “But he has to stay on the third floor so he doesn’t interfere with business, and we do most of our business in either Wyatt’s room or the dining room. If you happen to see him wandering, send him back up and let me know about it.”
Two balls clacked together, and Hunter grinned with delight.
Shepherd pushed his beer away and stood up. “Is my kid on a study break?”
Switch swept back his shaggy hair. “It’s lunchtime. After that, we have two hours of sign language and then he’s all yours. Show him what you learned, Hunter.”
Hunter cupped his hand and ran it down his chest.
