Page 147 of Out Of A Fix

“You’re asking if it’s a possibility, because Wilson isn’t being logical, necessarily.”

“Yes. That’s what I’m asking.”

“The truth is, yes, there’s a slim possibility that Wilson abandons all self-preservation instincts, reason, good judgment, and returns for Griff.”

He nodded quickly.

“But honestly, the fact of the matter is, if Wilson is going to blame anyone for his problems, it wouldn’t be Griff.”

“No?”

I shook my head. “Absolutely not. It would be me.”

“You?”

“Yessir. Think about it,” I said, getting up and walking to the kitchen sink to dump the watered-down ice tea in my glass. “If I hadn’t shown up and gotten Griff out, then he would have been there in lockup long enough for Wilson to think, shit, I didn’t check the Duchesne kid’s pockets for the damn key. Also, he wouldn’t have Newcastle PD crawling up his ass.”

“So you’re saying you’re the one with the bull’s-eye on his back.”

“If anyone does, then yeah,” I said with a smile. “It’s not your son.”

He shook his head.

“C’mon, I’m ready to play video games, and any second now⁠—”

“Are you two coming or not?” Darwin yelled for us.

I waggled my eyebrows at him and headed for the living room. They had never seen me play Call of Duty, and I was ready to school them.

I thought that subject was closed, but later, in our bathroom, as I was standing by the sink in a towel, drying my hair, Luke came in and leaned against the doorframe, staring at me. He’d gone first and was now changed into pajama bottoms.

“You don’t have to watch me,” I teased him. “I’m coming to bed.”

He cleared his throat, and I noted then that he seemed a bit nervous.

“What’s wrong?”

“I dunno, maybe the possibility of Wilson coming after you.”

I squinted at him.

“Think about it.”

But it was hard to think about anything when he was standing there in front of me with his muscular chest, broad shoulders, all his long, hard chiseled lines, including his sculpted abdomen, all under sleek burnished-gold skin.

“Hello?”

My eyes flicked to his.

“What’s with you?”

“You’re a beautiful man, Luke Duchesne, and I like looking at you.”

Instant blush on his cheeks that I loved.

“I’m having a hard time focusing on what you’re saying.”

Sheepish smile then as he levered off the frame, came into the bathroom, and kissed me, sweetly, gently.