She gathered herself and stood. “Thank you so much for keeping me out of the rain.”
He tipped his head. “It was no trouble at all. I’ll take you to the front so you can meet Morgan.”
He opened his front door and heard footsteps at the entrance to the building. He grinned to himself, knowing Morgan must’ve run like the hounds of hell were after him to get home as fast as he could. True to his thoughts, there he came skidding around the corner, hair damp, T-shirt wet, mouth gasping for breath. An image of a naked Morgan in his shower burned in his mind.
“Mom. Hi.”
“Morgan.” She hugged him, and Leo stood by and watched them greet each other like a normal parent and child. It brought into stark relief the great divide between himself and a guy like Morgan Cantrell. Grief descended over him, and he began to shake. Out of nowhere he was hit with a longing for his father so intense, it stabbed through him like a knife.
His hands balled into fists.
Over his mother’s head, Morgan’s eyes met his with curiosity. “Are you okay? Thanks for taking care of my mom. I’m sorry you had to bother.”
“I’m fine.” His response came out curt and snappish, but he wanted to be away from these people with their family hugs and memories. “It wasn’t a bother. Don’t worry about it. Good-bye, Becca.”
The day couldn’t get any weirder than him meeting Morgan’s mother.
“Thank you, Leo. I appreciate you babysitting me.”
Without a word, he walked away, but stopped when Morgan called his name.
“Leo, what time tonight? For the barbecue?”
Shit.
Oh, yeah. It was definitely going to get much weirder.
