“I don’t want to step on him either.”
These two.
Someone.Kill me.
No one was going to kill me, so I did the next best thing.
I went to the wine and poured.
“Woman, mouth,” Darius ordered.
I went to my man and gave him my mouth.
He didn’t take his time, but he still did it right.
Mywineand I moved to a stool andasked them, “Wanna know what happened at work today?”
“Sure,” Liam replied at the same time his dad urged,“Shoot.”
“Jeffrey’s office was cleaned out before anyone got in thismorning.Nothing in there.Just his desk and other furniture, which the firmowns.”
“Whoa,” Liam said, turning to the oven to set thetemperature for the rolls.
“And Carrie was canned.I guess we have ano-fucking-named-partners policy.”I took a sip of my wine.“I must have missedthat when I read our employee handbook.”
Liam looked to Darius, grinning.“Mom said fuck.”
Darius grinned back.
“Boys!”I called.“This is big news.”
“I know.You never say fuck.Or you don’t say it veryoften,” Liam replied.
Scrapper batted the cap my way.
I caught it, flicked it with my finger, and he scuttledafter it, booty up in the air, tail swaying, front legs reached out, pawsslapping the stainless steel, head jerking side to side, totally missing thedanged thing.
Adorable little rascal.
Liam put the bowl he’d melted the butter in in the sink andthen grabbed Scrapper and put him on his shoulder.
Scrapper instantly draped himself over the curve, close toLiam’s neck, front paws dangling forward, back paws dangling down his back,apparently deciding chasing caps was hard work, and it was time for a nap.
It totally sucked my kid stole my cat.
“Can you dump a named partner that easily?”my son asked.
“No.Unless he did something very, very wrong.”
My gaze went to Darius.
His eyes were alight.
“Is Ally that good?”I asked.
“What do you think?”he asked back.
I didn’t have to think.
