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“Sort of. I wanted to talk to you. I feel bad about leaving things the way we did.”
“I apologized.”
“Laura, this isn't about your stupid arrest.”
The few feet between us were too many. The longer I stood in her presence, the stronger I felt the urge to make things right. She stared at me, chewing on the inside of her cheek.
“Since when does Fox Silver do personal visits with the women he fucks?” She snorted.
“Since when do you call me Fox?”
“Heard it at the station.” A shrug rolled over her shoulder, like seeing Tiffany throw her arms around my neck hadn’t affected her. Like I didn’t affect her. My nerves stripped bare in front of her. I didn’t know where to begin. My life was nothing short of complicated, but she… she brought back the little of the hope I’d lost. Her lungs swelled with a breath, lifting her breasts.
“You don’t live far from Oyster Cove Bay.” I leaned against the swing’s post, and she caught me staring at her full chest.
“Wipe that smirk off your face.”
“Sorry, can’t help it. They’ve grown.”
“It’s called breastfeeding, although I’m weaning him off. You searched me out here to tell me I have big boobs?”
“How’s your little boy feeling? The captain’s cold remedy worked?”
“Ah, I get it…” Her brows narrowed and her eyes grew distant, and I decided it was time to go in for the kill before she pushed me away. We could play this little guessing game for a while, but I didn’t feel like losing precious moments. I had questions, and she had the answers. Life was too short as it was. I didn’t want Laura missing from mine any longer.
“Is he mine?” I blurted.
She lowered her hand to the swing and stopped the momentum.
“What?”
“Your baby. I mean, we… you and I… in Colorado.”
“What?” she repeated.
I glanced behind her to the toddler in a swing, kicking his legs back and forth. The fox-face costume with a mesh cutout for eyes and mouth couldn’t have been comfortable. Poor guy. If he were my son, I’d never let Laura dress him in that. It wasn’t even Halloween.
“How old is he?”
Her nose crinkled. “He turns two on December first.”
“And what zodiac sign is that?”
“Since when are you into astrology?”
“So a Scorpio? Is he as feisty as his mother?”
“Sagittarius. Don’t you think I would have said something sooner if he were yours?”
Would she? Why wouldn’t she?
“Right. I’m sorry.”
“Don’t you have your wife and kids to worry about?” She looked around, swinging her head back and forth. “And didn’t I ask you about your wife and daughter the night we met?”
“Those were hypothetical questions.”
“Okay. Let’s not make them hypothetical. Is your wife going to jump out from behind the bushes anytime soon?”
