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“That’s good to know.”
The day’s toll weighed heavily on my aching body. “I’m sorry it took so long. I wanted to feed him, and I like to know he’s sleeping before I leave.”
“It’s all right. Completely understand. The girls love me tucking them in.”
“Shouldn’t you be doing that now?” He reached to the table and passed me the cup of tea. The gentle touch of his fingers over mine sent an electric current through my veins.
I sipped on the honey-lemon brew. “Did you add a touch of ginger?”
“Found some in the fridge. Kensi and Laila love it when their grandfather reads them bedtime stories. Laila pulls on his gray beard and giggles because he makes funny noises.”
“That’s nice.”
“He installed a playground in his backyard and bought special fishing gear for the girls. My parents love having them over, and I can’t deny I appreciate the help. They’re amazing.”
The sudden feeling of an enormous loss stirred in my chest. Foxy didn’t know any of his grandparents. I took another bite of my shrimp, and the spice cleared my nasal passages.
“You live close to them?” I coughed into my arm.
“Next door. It’s a quiet neighborhood.”
“And Tiffany?”
“She lives nearby, but we haven’t been together for years. I think Kensi’s illness tore us apart, and… other things. She’s a good mother. Your parents must be thrilled to have a grandson,” he said out of nowhere.
“Well, they’re not, because they’re not really in my life.”
“Why not?”
“Too busy.”
“You or them?”
“Both. I concentrate on bringing justice and peace, while they stay cooped up at the hospital.”
“You mentioned they’re doctors so, you’re both similar.”
“How so?”
“You both save lives.”
He wasn’t supposed to take their side, yet it didn’t feel like he had. Fact was, my parents were excellent surgeons. They just weren’t great parents.
“Sure. They save lives, but I know how to raise a child.”
“I take it childhood sucked, so you didn’t follow their footsteps into medicine.”
“Childhood was fine, but being a teenager kind of sucked. Police work brought back my focus. I moved out at eighteen and haven’t looked back since.”
“So I take it you’ve always been independent.”
“Mostly.”
“And where does Ozzy’s dad come into the picture?”
“I already told you—he doesn’t.”
At least, he hadn’t until now.
