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“I’m sorry. I didn’t know you would be stopping by,” I tell him, pulling the blanket to cover my backside.
He clears his throat. “I’m staying.”
I quirk a brow in surprise. “Staying? Don’t you have work? A girlfriend?”
“I’m staying,” he repeats. “I do have work, I own a helicopter, and no, I do not have a girlfriend. I was seeing someone, but I ended it.”
“Oh… I’m sorry. Um…I saw you on TV. I thought she made the one-month mark, but I guess not.”
“She couldn’t hold my attention for long.”
“Not enough experience?”
He grins. “She had enough. She was just too clingy.”
“What does clingy mean?” LJ asks.
I laugh. “When someone wants to be around you all the time.”
“Then I’m clingy with you, Mommy. I love to be around you all the time.”
“Me too, handsome. How about that chocolate milk?”
I walk over to the kitchen when Kalum reaches for the powder and sets it on the granite countertop, and I open the lid to prepare it for both of us.
I look over at Kalum. “Would you like some?” I ask softly.
“Yes,” he says, sweeping his gaze over me.
I make three cups of chocolate milk, and we sit in silence as we drink. Once LJ is done, he jumps off to brush his teeth and head for bed.
“Do you need me to tuck you in?”
“Nope, I got my headphones,” he says and runs off.
Kalum raises a brow. “Headphones.”
I smile. “When I was pregnant with LJ,” I explain. “Lane drove me to the house he bought for us after I got off work.”
“You worked while you were pregnant with LJ?”
“Long story,” I say, waving my hand. “Anyway, he picked me up in his car, the exhaust and engine were loud but would vibrate with a deep hum inside the cabin. He was opening the gate, and when the car moved forward in first gear, the engine caused the seat to vibrate like a massage chair. It was the first time I felt LJ move in my belly. It was the craziest feeling to feel him like that for the first time. It was the sound of the engine that did it. Now, every time he has trouble sleeping or winding down, he needs to hear it.”
“Hear it?”
“The engine. The sound of the exhaust. It makes him go to sleep. It calms him. Like it did for his father. I don’t have the car, so I recorded Lane’s car, and he listens to it on his iPad through his headphones almost every night.”
“Wow. That is crazy, but I get it.”
I wash the cups in the sink, and he’s silent, watching me.
“I can sleep in the other room, and you can have the main bedroom,” I offer.
It is his house, and he has been generous. It is the least I can do.
“That is unnecessary. But I need to talk to you.”
I stiffen. “About?”
