Page 62 of Chasing Honor

We’d had a shit shift. One call after another had come in, and we’d skipped taking a dinner break when a disturbing the peace call came through. The guy was a jackass. All he had to do was turn down the music. Instead he wanted to give attitude, which made me think of Honor, and that pissed me the fuck off. Over the last eight hours she was never far from my thoughts, and that pissed me off, too. I should’ve been thinking about Chrissy and what her surprise appearance meant for Carson. But, instead, I was more concerned with what I’d said to Honor and the look of anguish I’d caused. Fuck, I was an asshole. Even knowing I’d been a dick, I couldn’t bring myself to call her and apologize.

“Me? He kicked the fucking speaker at me.”

“Don’t you think you’re exaggerating a bit? He didn’t kick it at you, he kicked it, and it happened to land near you. You turned a desk appearance into an arrest.”

“Whatever. He kicked the fucking speaker. He should’ve turned it down when we asked.”

“Christ, what’s twisted your nipples tonight? Trouble in paradise?”

“Funny.”

“Nothing’s funny from where I’m standing. Something happen with Carson?”

Lorenz was a good friend, always looking out for Carson and me. He was a father, he’d understand.

“Carson asked if Honor was going to be her mom.”

“And? That’s got you jamming some poor guy up on resisting arrest when he didn’t turn his radio down fast enough? Not tracking, friend.”

“Then not even two-fucking-minutes later Chrissy Krier shows up at my house. Asking if she could see Carson. Just see her. Not be a part of her life. Not spend time with her. No visitation. She wanted to see her then bolt her ass back to wherever she lives.”

“You’re shitting me? Tell me you’re fucking shitting me.”

“Wish I were.”

“What’d you tell her?”

“Who Carson or Chrissy?”

“The bitch,” he replied.

“Told her to beat rocks and never come back.”

“You think she’ll listen?”

Lorenz had asked the million-dollar question. My deepest fear was Chrissy would come back and upend my daughter’s life.

“Got me.”

“What did Honor say?”

“About Chrissy?”

“Jesus. Yes, about Chrissy showing up.”

“Didn’t talk to her about it.”

“Come again?” He rocked back on his heels and gave me a dirty look. “Let me see if I understand this. Honor’s been in your house two months—give or take. You’ve been sleeping with her nearly that long, you’re in love with her, and your daughter is close to her. Close enough, she’s asking if Honor’s gonna be her mom. The woman who donated her eggs in the creation of your child shows up at your house, and you didn’t talk to Honor about it?”

“Nope.”

“What the fuck is wrong with you?”

“Not a damn thing. I need to wrap my head around what’s going on before I talk to anyone. Besides, I told Honor we need to slow this shit down. Things are moving too fast, Carson could get hurt.”

“This shit,” he spit out. “You mean, Carson or you?”

Both. Me. Fuck. I didn’t know how to answer that.