Page 111 of Out Of A Fix

“You might need to tell your kids first.”

“Yes,” he agreed.

“They might not want that, and you have to be ready. It’s one thing for them to want me here. It’s another to want me here with their father.”

“I don’t think you⁠—”

“What’s happening?”

Turning, I saw Tatum standing by the racks of clothes, arms crossed.

When I tried to step free of Luke, he wrapped his arms around my waist again and kissed my jaw. “I want Nash to stay here with us.”

She sucked in her breath, her eyes widened, and I was worried about what was going through her head. “You said he was going to stay, but I wasn’t sure for how long, so what do you mean? Do you mean forever?” she asked Luke, biting her bottom lip. “Like, he wouldn’t ever go back to Chicago?”

“That’s what I mean.”

“And movers would go and pack up all his stuff and bring it here to our house and then it would be Nash’s house too?”

“Yes,” he affirmed, letting me go and facing her, but making sure to take my hand in his and squeeze tight.

“And he would sleep with you and not in the guest room or up here in the attic?”

“Yes.”

Her gaze met mine. “You already said I was yours, and now it would be true forever.”

“You told her she was yours?”

“What I said was⁠—”

“Why did you have me all worried?” he snapped, yanking his hand out of mine and whacking me in the abdomen.

“This hurts more than you think,” I groaned, bending over. The man was far more powerful than he looked, and really, this was not a good habit for him to get into.

“Daddy!” Tatum was horrified and rushed to my side, her hand in my hair, brushing it back out of my eyes. “What did we say about this?” She sounded so grown up.

“I––”

“We do not hit in this house,” she reminded him, glaring. “You’re acting like Grampy and that’s not good.”

He exhaled sharply. “You’re right. I’m sorry.”

She shook her head. “Don’t tell me, tell Nash.”

He had been penitent with his daughter, but when he turned to me, he was scowling. “I probably won’t hit you again.”

“That was terrible,” she assured him.

“We will figure the us part out,” he growled, his words for me, starting to pace. “There’s just the mechanics and…but the important piece, the love, that’s already there, at least for me.”

“You have no idea what you’re⁠—”

“I have a question,” Tatum announced.

“Go ahead,” Luke prodded, hearing her but ignoring me.

“Nash is bisexual. Are you bisexual too?”