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Trying to remain positive, I spent the afternoon grocery shopping for dinner and shushing my inner sinister voice that told me no amount of food will make him agree.
It’s the reason behind these fresh tears, but anyway, screw that voice.
I won’t know until I try.
Jay trots in front of me, wearing his Minions pajamas and socks, proudly displaying an obsession he never outgrew.
“You’re back early.” Instead of sounding happy, he frowns. “Are you okay?”
“Of course.” I touch his forehead. I called him a few times and he said he was better, but I have to personally make sure. “Your fever is really gone.”
“You thought I was lying to you?” He narrows his little eyes on me. “Are you sure you’re okay? You called me so many times today and even came home early. Are you in trouble because of me?”
“What? Of course not.” I take the shopping bag to the kitchen.
“You’re lying to me, Nikki. I’m a man now; you can tell me if something is wrong.”
“Oh, my little rascal is a man?” I turn around and attack his sides. “I didn’t realize, knowing how ticklish you are.”
He breaks out in laughter and runs away. I catch up to him and wrestle him to the sofa, tickling him until he’s about to lose his breath.
He loves this game a bit too much, but I can’t do it for long or I’ll aggravate his asthma.
“This is oddly domestic.”
I freeze, thinking I’m probably losing my mind. That velvety deep voice can exist anywhere but here.
In my home.
My eyes must resemble a deer caught in the headlights as I stare at him. Wide. Unblinking.
He stands in the middle of the living area like the Grim Reaper with a sole target.
Me.
I slowly ease off Jay and smooth down my wrinkled skirt. “D-Daniel? What are you doing here?”
“The door was open. Might think about locking the thing in the future, considering you live in a shithole.”
My cheeks redden at his easily delivered harsh words. He’s not even looking at me. His entire attention is on Jay, who’s straightening up and squaring his shoulders, which is extremely comical when coupled with his Minions outfit.
“No one invited you to this shithole.” Jay stands in front of me like a protective shield. “And who are you?”
“Nicole’s boss, who’s pissed off at her.”
“Does that mean you’ll fire her?” There’s a note of caution in Jay’s tone.
“Already done, Minion.”
I wince as Jay stares up at me with a hint of betrayal. “You said you had no trouble. Why did you lie?”
“That’s kind of been her modus operandi since we were kids,” Daniel supplies unnecessarily.
“You’ve known each other since you were children?”
“Since about your age, kid.”
“Daniel!” I shake my head.
