“Oh, yeah. Congrats on winning custody.”
“It feels weird to hear it like that, but I guess that's accurate. And thanks. I'm just glad to have my son back.”
“Well, the fact you think about it that way already tells me you're a good father.”
I couldn't help but smile at their conversation as I looked at some of the designs on the wall. Wells walked up behind me, his body close to mine. “He's talented. You feeling okay about everything, Kitten?”
“Mmhmm.”
“If you start to panic, just think about kicking me in the junk. Seems to work wonders for you.”
Laughing, I turned around, facing him. “You're right. It does.” We stood staring at one another, the hallway incident filtering back to me. Nicco walked over, grabbing me, breaking the rising sexual tension.
“Okay, Beautiful, you ready?”
Nodding, I laid back in the chair. “Yup.”
Here goes nothing.