“Just don’t kiss in front of me. That’s gross,” he added with a shudder.
“Your face is gross.”
“Not as gross as yours.”
I grinned at him, and he grinned right back.
“You really don’t care if I…” What word was I supposed to use? Date? It seemed like so much more than that already. “See Dallas all the time? If he comes over a lot and stuff?”
Josh shrugged as he sat up completely, wiping at his eyes with the back of his hands. “I don’t care, Aunt Di. I like him, and Louie likes him, and he likes you a lot. That’s why he’s always doing stuff for us. Just… don’t kiss, and close the door to your room. I don’t wanna see anything. Dean told me about stuff he’s seen his dad do, and that’s nasty.”
His words made me pause.That’s why he’s always doing stuff for us. Had Josh seen this before me?
And what the hell was Dean telling him? I needed to talk to Trip.
He pushed his knee against mine, grabbing my attention. “Are you gonna tellAbuelitayou have a boyfriend?” he asked.
Shit. “I have to. One day.”
Josh smirked. “She’s gonna be mad.”
“Too bad for her, huh?” I smiled at him and reached over to pinch his nose. “Are you going to be all right?”
“Yeah,” he said a little softer than a moment before, his expression turning just slightly grim.
“Good.” I dropped my legs off the bed. “Let me know if you need anything, okay?”
“I’m just…” He patted his pillow. “I’m gonna play some games and go to bed.”
Standing up, I nodded. “Okay. I love you with all my heart.”
“I know. Love you too.”
With two exchanged smiles, I left his room, closing the door behind me just as he called for Mac to join him on the bed. I could see the light in the living room on, the sound of voices from the TV drifting down the hall, but first, I headed to Louie’s room. The door had been left cracked, and I peeked in to find the small body face down under the covers.
I sure as hell wasn’t going to wake him up to get him into pajamas. He wasn’t going to die sleeping in his clothes. From how much he’d played with the other kids on the playground, he was going to sleep all night.
Backing out, I headed the few feet down the hall, keeping weight off my ankle that was all of a sudden reminding me that I’d twisted it. When I got to the living room, I found Dallas on the couch with the television on. His thighs were spread wide and he had a hand on one, the other was draped across the back of the sofa.
“Hey,” I whispered to him, limping over.
“What happened?” he asked, watching me carefully.
“I rolled my ankle outside. It hurts.”
He frowned as I stopped beside his knees on the couch and plopped down. Before I could even sit back, he leaned over and swung my legs onto his lap, my knees bent over the middle of him, feet on the couch on his other side.
“Josh okay?” he asked as his hand went straight for my foot, his thumb sweeping gently over the bone.
“He was pretty upset, but he’ll be fine,” I explained, watching his fingers move over me. “She left I’m guessing?”
He hummed. “She’s gone, I made sure.”
“Thanks.”
His palm went down to cup my heel. “Will you tell me about the situation with the boys’ moms? I get that Louie and Josh don’t share the same one.”
I scooted my butt over on the couch until my hip came in contact with his, where I was basically one move away from sitting on his lap. My dress had hiked up pretty high, but I didn’t worry about it. He’d seen more of my legs than this the day of the fire. “My brother was married to Louie’s mom. She’s like you—”
