That was not the case now.
At least I’d stopping puking in front of her.
“No, Ripley, he cannot DM random dick pics to women on Instagram. Well, if you know that, why is he still doing it?” Wyatt dropped her forehead to her palm and shook her head. “Reel him in, because if I have to do it, his dick will no longer be attached to his body and the problem will be solved.”
This last part she practically whispered, but I heard it and couldn’t stop a chuckle.
“He’s asleep,” she continued. “As ornery as ever. Yes, exactly. No,” she said with a sigh. “I needed the distraction. Okay, thanks.”
She hung up and dropped her phone in her purse just as my son, Orion, walked in.
“Hey, Pops,” he said, and I gave him a chin lift as he sat in the chair beside me. “How are you feeling?”
“Never better.”
Wyatt faced me and raised an eyebrow. Jesus, she was beautiful.
“He’s bullshitting me, right?” Orion said, and Wyatt nodded.
“I’m fine,” I said.
Orion reached his hand out. “I’m Orion.”
“Wyatt,” she said, and shook his hand.
“Fuckin’ cool as shit name,” my boy said.
“Thanks.” She smiled, and fuck me, I saw she had dimples. Jesus. “My dad wanted a boy.”
“So did mine,” Orion retorted, and I shook my head.
“Quit flirtin’ with the poor woman,” I snarled.
“Don’t stop him on my account,” Wyatt said. “I don’t get a whole lot of normal human interaction these days.”
“See, Pops? Some people enjoy my conversation.”
“Well, other people enjoy it more when you stop talkin’.”
Orion grinned. “You’re feeling better.”
“This is him feeling better?” Wyatt asked.
Orion laughed. “Pretty much.”
“Leave the poor woman alone,” I grumbled.
She waved her hand dismissively. “It’s been a long time since a gorgeous man verbally sparred with me. It’s a nice change.”
Orion grinned. “She thinks I’m gorgeous, Pops.”
I glared at my kid. He needed to quit while he was ahead.
“Mr. Graves?”
I focused on Tina who walked over to me and leaned in to check my IV.
“You’re about ready to get out of here,” she said. “How’s your nausea?”
