“Good to see you, Taylor,” he tells her and moves past us.
“Oh shit,” she whispers, watching after him.
“It’s fine,” I kiss her again, less like I’m fucking her mouth and more like I’m saying goodbye and don’t want to. “I’ll explain to him.”
Her expression says she wants me to explain it to her too, but I put a hand on her back and guide her to the door. Can’t explain what you don’t fucking understand. Once she’s in her car and pulling away I head back inside.
Jesse has set Oscar up with the plastic laptop he is convinced will teach him to read even though it doesn’t have a real screen, just letters on the fake keys. It makes fucking irritating noises too, and was hidden at the bottom of the toy box. Who knew he could be a petty little fucker?
“Are you out of your mind?” he asks coming into the kitchen.
“It’s not what you think?”
“Having your hand on my nurse’s boob and your tongue down her throat is not what I think,” he widens his eyes. “She stayed the night?”
“Boob?”
“Fuck off,Nero.”
Point well and truly fucking taken. “She’s different,” I tell him.
“Of course she’s different, she isn’t one of your club girls, or the strippers and women who want to fuck you because of the patch you wear.”
“You done insulting me?”
“Noah, Jesus. She’s my nurse.”
“You think I don’t know that. You’re the one who brought her here.”
“Don’t put this on me,” he shakes his head. “What is it? You getting what you want out of it.”
“She met Oscar.”
“What does that mean? You don’t know do you? You don’t know how to handle it, but you don’t want to stop. Have you even thought about her. About who you are.”
“She knows Jesse.”
He stops ranting at me and his brow furrows. I explain everything that’s happened over the last few weeks and how this isn’t something either one of us were planning. He’s shocked she was attacked and mentions the arrests, eyeing me but not asking anything else about that.
“So she knows what you do, about your son, what happens next? What are you getting out of this, besides sex,” he adds eyeing me.
“Like you said, I can’t explain it.”
“Ohshit, you have feelings for her?”
“Shit.” We both turn to Oscar who is standing behind us. “Shit,” he repeats.
“Fuck,” I groan.
“Fuck,” Oscar says. I smother a laugh as Jesse admonishes my two-year-old for saying grown up words. “Fuck, shit,” he repeats.
My laugh gets harder and Jesse kicks me. Oscar is laughing now too and Jesse is trying real hard to be strict.
At least he’s taken the focus off me and Taylor. Kid deserves to say a couple of bad words for that assist.
Chapter Twenty One
Nero
