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I laughed and sighed. We somehow needed to get Parker off that whole “shooting” thing.
“Uh . . . yeah. I did.”
“Are you gonna stay tonight? I want you to take me to school tomorrow.”
I raised an eyebrow as they rounded the corner into the living room. Parker’s excitement was quickly draining from his face, and Coen looked like someone had just punched him in the stomach.
“Yeah, I don’t know about that. We’ll talk about it later.”
Parker shot me a confused look, and I tried to compose my expression, but didn’t catch it in time. He looked back and forth between us before walking over to stand next to me.
I took a step toward Coen, but stopped when his near-black eyes met mine. “Are you feeling okay? Did something happen?”
“No, I’m fine,” he clipped out, his voice rough and low.
I glanced down at Parker when he wrapped an arm around my hip, and looked back at Coen—who was now looking in the kitchen. Clearing my throat, I tried to ease the awkward tension that had settled. “Well, do you have something in particular you want for dinner?”
“Whatever you want,” he mumbled.
“Coen.”
He looked back at me and shrugged. “I said whatever you want, Ray. Order what you want.”
My eyes widened and my lips parted. He wasn’t raising his voice, but this Coen . . . well I’d never seen this Coen.
“Are you mad at Mom?” Parker asked from by my side, and my chest started aching right then.
Parker hadn’t asked Coen if he was being mean to me since the very first time he met him, and he’d never asked if Coen was mad at me. If he was catching onto the weighted feel to the room too, then I knew it wasn’t my imagination, and I hated that he was witnessing this at all—whatever this was.
“Parker, honey, can you go to your room so I can talk to Coen?”
Coen shot me a look like he didn’t understand why I would want to talk, and Parker moved in front of me and tilted his head back to better see me.
“But he’s mad at you,” he said softly.
I put a smile on my face for him and ran my hand through his hair. “No, he’s not, but I do need to talk to him. Just adults, so can you go to your room until I come get you? You can take my iPad and play your games on there,” I added when he didn’t look like he would budge.
“Okay!” Running over to grab my iPad from off the couch, he took off for his room and shut the door.
“Co—”
“Why’d you do that?” he asked gruffly.
“Send him to his room? You’re acting weird, and he could tell. I want to figure out what’s going on and fix it, and I don’t want him around for that.”
He put his hands out to the side. “There’s nothing to fix, Reagan.”
“Even Parker thought you were mad at me, and you’ve only been here for three minutes. So something happened that you aren’t telling me, or you are mad at me. Either way, we’re going to talk it out, or argue it out like we always do, and I don’t want Parker to see that. So tell me what’s going on.”
“Oh my God,” he groaned into his hands as he ran them down his face. “Nothing is going on.”
“I just saw you thirty minutes ago, Coen, and you were fine.”
“And I’m still fine!”
“No, you’re not!”
He laughed, but it was coated with irritation, and shook his head. “Whatever.” Grabbing his keys out of his pocket, he turned and began walking toward the door. “I’m not dealing with this tonight.”
