Felix’s face brightened. “Really?”
“Sure,” Stoney said. “The more the merrier.”
“Does that sound good?” I asked Felix. “I want you to feel comfortable with your dad, baby, but it’s on your schedule. Whatever you feel comfortable with.”
“You’ll come with us?”
“Yes,” I said.
“Okay.”
“Go brush your teeth and we’ll get going,” I said, setting Felix on his feet.
He ran off and I stepped out from behind the island, feeling guilty about the fact Felix didn’t want to go with Stoney. “I’m sorry, Stoney. I hope you don’t feel like I’m—”
His lips landed on mine and I gripped his vest as one hand went to my pulse, while the other settled on my lower back. I opened my mouth slightly and his tongue swept in and I touched his with mine as I relished his touch.
After a few seconds, he broke the kiss, dropping his forehead to mine.
“You’re not mad?” I asked.
“Why the fuck would I be mad?” he asked.
“I kind of blew up your plans to get to know Felix one-on-one.”
“That’s not how I see it,” he said.
“It’s not?”
“No.” He smiled. “You’re giving him the space to ask questions and object to things he’s uncomfortable with.” He stroked my cheek. “You’re showing him you love him and believe in him. You’re a fuckin’ superhero.”
I leaned into his touch. “Okay, I was not expecting that.”
“You’re trouble, baby.”
“I am?”
“No doubt.”
I blushed. “I should go change into something more comfortable.”
“I’m hangin’ on by a thread here, baby.”
I stepped back. “I meant jeans or sweats. Get your mind out of the gutter.”
“No promises.”
I shook my head. “I’ll be quick.”
I rushed upstairs and changed quickly, then we headed out.
* * *
Felix stayed gluedto my side pretty much all through dinner. I let him just be, and he seemed to relax as the night went on. We were sitting in a booth, Felix and me on one side, Stoney on the other and Felix was snuggled close.
“Do you want to bowl or play laser tag?” Stoney asked.
Felix looked up at me.
