He scraped a hand through his hair to get it out of his eyes. “And what?”
“Where do you go from here?”
“Don’t fuckin’ know, Vi.”
“Thought she talked to you.”
“Yeah, Vi, she did. Thanks to you.”
“You’re welcome.”
“Someone woke up on the bitchy side of the bed this mornin’.”
She went to sit on the edge of the bed but stopped short, made a face, and planted her hands on her hips instead. That was probably a safer choice. His sheets most likely had more mysterious DNA than a crime scene.
Vi asked, “What details did you work out?”
“Not much. She told me Ledger’s mine.”
“Did she ask you for financial help?”
“Nope.”
“Did she ask you to be involved in Ledger’s life?”
“Nope.”
“Did you offer?”
He hesitated.
“Did. You. Offer?” she asked more loudly than necessary.
She was afucking sadist.
He thought back to what they actually discussed. It was all a little fuzzy. “She said somethin’ ‘bout takin’ it slow.”
“What do you meanslow?”
“She don’t want me tellin’ my own fuckin’ son that he’s my own fuckin’ son.”
“What?”
He groaned. “Don’t need to fuckin’ screech, Vi. Jesus.”
“You mean never or just for now?”
“Never fuckin’ screech.”
“Not that, dummy. About taking it slow!”
She needed to stop yelling so his pickled brain didn’t explode. “For now. ’Til we get to know each other and ’til I prove myself.”
She blinked. “Well then, you’re screwed. Especially if she wants you to prove you’ll be a responsible father.”
“Thanks for the fuckin’ vote of confidence. Supposed to be on my side.”
“Iamon your side. But I’m also on Ledger’s side. She’s doing the right thing by protecting her son from an idiot.”
