I set my glass on the table, then went for his highchair. He suddenly scrambled up in my hold, wrapping one arm around my neck as he plastered himself against me.
“I sitwitBwinwey.”
“Oh, no,” Elena cried. “Did you pick another new favorite?” She smacked her palm over her chest dramatically, acting like he’d delivered a mortal wound.
It must have been a familiar game because Kai giggled like mad before he hid his face in my neck. “No,Wena.”
She came dancing over, poking little love jabs into his sides. “Yes, Lena, yes, Lena!”
He howled with laughter, and I found myself swinging him away from her, getting swept up in their game.
Elena gasped. “Not you, too.”
I whirled all the way around, my hand on the back of Kai’s head like I was protecting him. “Well, I need someone to like me around here.”
It was purely playful and far too easy. Clearly, I should be working harder at keeping up my guard.
“Oh, I think it’s clear a few people around here like you plenty fine.” Meems claimed it just as the front door clattered open.
The sound of Silas tromping through the living room echoed through the space before he appeared in the archway.
A gallon of milk dangled from one hand, and he was still dressed in his Henley and cut, hair messier than normal from the frantic ride we had taken.
The man was so viciously beautiful it was unreal.
Dark and delicious and looking at me in a way that sent my pulse crashing through my woefully deprived body.
“And there he is,” Meems muttered under her breath.
Mmm…yeah…no.
None of us should be thinking such blasphemies.
Kai’s head popped up, and he held his cup toward Silas. “I gotjuiwse.”
It was the only thing that seemed to tear Silas’s attention from me, and all that fierce ferocity dissolved as he turned his attention to Kai. “What, you got juice? And here I went all the way over to the club to get you milk.”
Silas lifted it like proof.
Kai giggled more, again snuggling up against me, his little dimples peeking out on both cheeks. “I getmewkwhen I go nigh-night.”
“Ah, well, I guess it’s a good thing I went, then.”
Silas strode through, brushing my upper arm as he angled into the kitchen.
Chills lifted at the connection point, and the breath was heaving out of me without my permission.
Meems peeked my way.
So sly.
Whatever she was thinking was clearly a terrible, bad idea.
It wasn’t going to happen, but I guess no one could blame me for having a reaction.
I could only imagine he had it on ninety-nine percent of the population.
That commanding aura that made you look twice. In interest or fear, it didn’t really matter.
