“My dad can protect me just fine, Hyde,” I argued. “There’s no reason for you to be here.”
“Can we chalk it up to me just wanting to be here?”
I raised an eyebrow. “You want to be in the hospital room of a woman you don’t know while she convalesces from a beating that had nothing to do with you?”
“Why not?”
I wrinkled my nose. “Because it’s weird.”
“Why’s it weird?”
“Whyisn’tit weird?” I challenged.
“I like you, Indigo.”
“You don’t know me.”
“Yeah, well, we’re gonna change that.”
“Oh, we are, are we?” I asked with a quiet snort.
He grinned. “Yep.”
I closed my eyes. “Whatever.”
“Where’d you get your dazzle?” Jekyll asked.
I opened my eyes again, cocking my head in question. “Huh?”
He smiled gently. “Your dazzle. Which side?”
“You think I have dazzle?”
“Hell, yeah. You dazzle me,” he said. “Like the fuckin’ sun.”
“Because you don’t see color?” I heard this a lot right before someone made some dumb shit, diet racist comment.
He frowned. “Baby, I see color. I just happen to think different colors are what make up rainbows, and one color on a rainbow would be pretty fuckin’ boring.”
Oh my god, I loved that answer. “My mom’s Japanese.”
He smiled slowly. “Fuckin’ beautiful.”
I blushed. “Thanks.”
“Am I gonna meet her?”
I shook my head. “She died when I was six. Dad said it was cancer.”
“You don’t think it was?”
“No, I do. It all just happened so fast. I was a kid, so I’m sure I’m conflating emotions and facts,” I admitted.
“Shit, baby, I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay. My dad was a phenomenal Mr. Mom.”
“Yeah?”
