“You were coming from a good place, but you communicated that to her poorly. She was already sad about the brutal reality of life in NYC and you made that worse. Things like this hit differently when you’re a mom. Knowing the world you brought a child into is rotten to the core makes you bear the weight of it like it’s your own sin.”Boy, did I feel that burden every day.“You need to apologize to her, tell her that you’re trying to make it right and that you only got angry because you want to protect her and Third. Take chocolates too—she was well into the desserts by the time we left.”
“That’s it?”
I shrugged. “Be sincere.”
“I’ve never been in the doghouse with her before. Not really.” He scratched his chin. “We always just jump straight to the make-up sex.”
“As Star told her, that’s because she thinks with her clitoris.” At his smirk, I tutted. “The clitoris is disengaged. Don’t be a jerk. Just be kind. And apologize.
“If you pick a fight with my husband tomorrow because you had to spend another night alone and because you guys can’t find an illegal fight in a haystack, then potatoes are the least of your worries.”
His grin was sharper than a blade. “I have my orders, huh?”
Brennan smirked. “She comes by it honestly.”
Aidan rapped his knuckles on the table then got to his feet. “Can I blame you if it doesn’t work?”
“Of course it’ll work.”
Aidan dipped down to kiss my cheek. “Thanks for the advice.”
I nodded. “See you later.”
“Yup. Bye, fucker.”
“Bye, shitface.”
Their farewells had me huffing, but not before I squealed as Brennan yanked me onto his lap through some feat that defied the laws of physics.
He cupped my cheeks. “Was it hard?”
“Was what hard?”
“When you fell from heaven, baby.”
Though I burst out laughing, I gently brushed my fingers over one of the newer bruises on his throat of all places. “You crackpot.”
“Your crackpot.”
“Agreed. Aidan’s lucky I fed him and didn’t poison him.” At his arched brow, I groused, “You have more bruises than him.”
“What have we learned in the gym?”
“You can bend me over the treadmill as easily as you can bend me over the bed?”
He shot me a cocky smile. “What else?”
“Ahhh, you mean his damage is below the collar?”
“If he isn’t pissing blood all week, then my name’s not Brennan O’Donnelly.”
“So, what you’re telling me is that I’m going to get a call from Savannah when she realizes she can bounce on her husband’s dick again and it’s not fully functioning?”
“Hey, it’ll function. It’s his kidneys I rearranged. You don’t need kidneys to fuck.”
“Every science teacher in the country just groaned.”
“Then I did them proud.”
