Her gaze swung away, and when it swung back, her mouth was firmly set and her nostrils flared. “Why do you care?”
Why couldn’t she just answer the damn question? “He mine?”
She rolled her blue eyes.
Why couldn’t she give him a simple fucking answer? “He’s mine, ain’t he?”
“Everything isn’t about you, Zeke. You think the world revolves around you, but news flash, it doesn’t. Anyway, I amsodone with this conversation.”
Fuck that.“I ain’t.”
“We’re none of your business, Zeke. Have the day you deserve.” She once again tugged on the kid’s hand and stepped around him. “Come on, buddy, we need to go.”
Zeke scraped fingers through his hair. “Kyra. Jesus.”
She stopped abruptly and spun on him with flushed cheeks and eyes as hard as diamonds. “You cheat. You’re an ex-con. I don’t need that in my life, Zeke. I need steady. Especially now that I have a son to raise. I owe that to him. You’re…”
“Unsteady,” he finished for her.
“You’re a freaking mess. You always have been. I saw it much clearer once I saw your eggplant deep down Bunny’s throat,” she hissed.
He’d admit, that moment wasn’t his finest, but damn, it was just a blowjob from a sweet butt. Everyone knew sweet butts didn’t count.
Of course, he’d keep that opinion to himself.
“You know how to wound me, woman.”
“Woundyou? Again, it’s all about you.Youripped my heart out. How big do you think that gaping wound is—was?”
“Got carried away.” Drinking.
She barked out a dry laugh, shook her head and began to walk away again.
He followed behind her, his eyes glued to her swinging ass.
Having a kid definitely agreed with her.
But he wasn’t going to let this go until he had the truth.
He considered the kid’s features. Since he and Kyra both had blue eyes, that might mean shit. But combined with that hair color…
His gut was screamingat him to find out.
But fuck, did he really want to know if the kid was his? At this point, he could get away scot-free.
No child support. No parental responsibilities.
He’d continue to live his life like he liked to live it. Wild and free with his knees in the breeze.
A kid could change all that.
Having a kid was like throwing an anchor overboard. It could drag you underwater.
He should know. He had been one of those anchors.
And depending on who you asked, he still was.
Chapter Five
