“The latter.”
Wes' brow lifted slightly. “I see.”
He sees?! Sees what? “What does that even mean?!”
Fucking hell, this shit was so stupid. Also, in his opinion, he felt he should be rewarded since he had managed tonotkill Iggy before making it to this appointment. Especially after it had been pushed back. It had been a long four weeks. Though…he could do it right after this… The day was still young. It wouldn’t take much to kill the bastard. The killing wasn’t the problem, it was the not getting caught part. That would, unfortunately, take planning.
The man wrote something down before folding his hands in his lap. “Harlow, have you realized that the changes, both bodily and mentally, all resulted due to things happening in your life in connection to your partner, Foxx?”
Harlow would have to be brain dead to not realize that. He knew Foxx…was responsible for some of it… He just didn’t know why…
“Foxx is just…Foxx.”
“Let’s go back to talking about the recent case, dealing with those hunters who tragically died.”
He’d rather not think about that case. Well, Foxxhadbeen hot as fuck during it. It was more the after that he would like to forget.
Harlow sighed. “Why?”
“I have a reason.”
“Sure, fuck, whatever. What about it?”
“You mentioned that you stopped Foxx from going out alone. Refused to separate from him. Why?”
“What do you mean, why? Last time we did, he was fucking kidnapped!”
“Yes, but that could happen at any time, not just on a case. How is him being separated from you now any safer?”
“Well, since you feel the need to point it out, to be honest, neither are a problem anymore.”
Because Harlow had fixed the problem, both the one during the case and outside it, now that Foxx had a shiny new tracking bracelet. Though bracelets could slip off… Maybe he should convince Foxx to get a piercing…
The brat had already nixed the medically inserted one… Harlow, personally, thought the man was overreacting. Sure, Foxx’s vampire cells may try to destroy it like it did almost everything else that was inserted—like medical steel and all that—but they weren’t a hundred percent sure it would. So like, why not at least try?!
Either way, he knew Foxx was fine. The man was home at the moment with Alastair. Which he knew thanks to the security system he’d put in sending him a text with a picture each time someone entered or left the apartment. Foxx was safe.
“Harlow, the reason I’m bringing this up, and I really want you to hear me right now, is that you can’t control everything. Life happens. Thingswillhappen. No matter how much you prepare, how much you try to shield him, things will happen, regardless. And you really need to accept that, before you end up going too far in your need to keep Foxx safe.”
Oh…it was far too late to worry about that…at least thirty-ish hidden cameras too late. “I have no intention of taking things further,” Harlow drawled. Well, not unless he can get Foxx to agree to an insert…
* * *
Standing there,arms crossed, his full glass of wine sitting untouched on the table, Alastair stiffly said, “You can’t be doing this, Foxx…”
Foxx spun away from his friend, his own wine glass almost finished in his hand, and stared out at the night sky. “I’m not doing anything.”
“Foxx…go on the date with that other human.”
He huffed and reluctantly turned back around. “No.”
“And why the bloody hell not?”
“The question, Alastair, is why the bloody hell should I?! I have no interest in Iggy. I’ll never have an interest in Iggy. Furthermore, there is zero reason to go on a date with someone I’m not even remotely sexually attracted to!”
If Foxx had known his fun gossip session today would have turned into an interrogation, he’d have taken a longer fucking nap.
“There are plenty of reasons when you are, right at this very moment, running head first into heartbreak!”
