This kid really was a sociopath.
I jerked my head toward Gentry.
He followed me out until we were far enough away from the kid that he couldn’t hear us.
“Black’s shit-faced. You’ll have to take him home,” I murmured.
Gentry nodded as our gazes went to the couch where he was consoling the mom.
“I’m going home to my girl,” I said.
His face blanked.
“Maybe you should stop being so stubborn and go for yours.”
He snorted. “Never thought I’d hear you give me dating advice.”
I slapped him on the shoulder. “Life throws you curveballs all the damn time.”
The house was dark when I arrived back at Constance’s place.
I disarmed, then rearmed the alarm, and headed straight for her room.
I found her asleep in the middle of the bed, asleep with her damn hands resting underneath her face like an angel.
I shook my head, disbelieving.
Then she burst out laughing and sat up. “Gotcha.”
“Little shit.” I chuckled. “Were you waiting up for me?”
She sat up and watched as I shucked my clothes and shoes.
When I got to my underwear, I left them on, then crawled up the bed to her.
She waited for me to arrive and said, “You forgot to take off your underwear.”
I tackled her to the bed, then pulled her down to me and yanked the covers over us.
“Your kid going to get freaked out when she finds me in here with you?”
“I had a talk with her,” she answered, her fingers once again going to play in my chest hair. “She understands that you’re going to be here for a while.”
“Good,” I said.
“Tell me everything.”
So I did.
I didn’t leave anything out.
“Who’s going to be the doctor now?” She tugged my chest hair.
I winced.
“I, uh…”
“Do you miss it?” she asked.
