Kit scowled. “I’m not a rabbit.”
That made Red blink. Then he shoved him again. “TV.”
“Remember you can’t kill him,” Quinn Ryder drawled from the doorway.
“Oooh, it’s the handsome Daddy,” Kit cooed.
Red clenched his jaw. Kit shouldn’t be looking at other Daddies.
“Taken,” Quinn said simply.
Kit winked at him. “It’s not a problem for me.”
“It is for me.”
Kit shrugged. “Your loss.”
‘I’m a bodyguard,” Red said, ignoring Kit. “I don’t kill my clients, even when they deserve it.”
That made Kit swing around to look at him. His lips twitched. He clearly loved getting a reaction from Red. “Yeah, no killing your clients, Red.”
“Is he being a pain?” Quinn asked.
“Hey, I’m standing right here,” Kit groused. Both men ignored him.
“I’m used to it,” Red said shortly.
“I’m sure you are.” Quinn sounded amused. “Padraig said you wanted to talk to me.”
Red blinked. He’d thrown that out there as he was cooking. What did he want to discuss with Quinn? Ah. “My paperwork.”
Quinn cursed. “Did I forget that? Dominic will have my head. Sorry, it’s been a hell of a week. Either Craig or I will ride over later and get that sorted.”
“Is everything all right with your boy?”
It wasn’t any of Red’s business, but there was an edge to Quinn’s voice that he recognized.
“Cade is struggling,” Quinn admitted with a long exhale. “It’s been a long tour away from me. I should fly over but it’s so busy here.”
“If he’s struggling, he needs you,” Red said, conscious of Kit staring at him intently. “Can’t Booker handle things for a few days?”
Quinn snorted. “Did he talk to you?”
“He didn’t need to,” Red said quietly. “Go take care of your boy.”
Quinn ran his hands through his hair. “Not until I tie up loose ends. You’re one of them,” he said pointedly. “The other is my cat.”
Great. Now he was being made to feel guilty for keeping a Daddy from his struggling boy. It didn’t help that Kit was boring a hole in the side of his cheek.
What did the boy want from him? How many times did he have to say he’d stepped back from that world? Red was done with being a Daddy. He could be Kit’s bodyguard, but that was it.
“I thought boys always came first,” Kit said.
Red scowled at him, but Quinn grimaced. “They do. I’ve spent hours talking Cade off the ledge.”
“Don’t be rude to Daddy Quinn,” Red snapped at Kit.
Kit shrugged. “I’m the client, remember? Not a boy. Notyourboy. You don’t get to scold me for saying as I see it inmyhome. Mr. Ryder works for me.”
