Page 188 of Captivated By Danger

“Yeah,” Dymon called out and Quinci stuck her head in the door.

“How much longer will you be?”

“Do you need something?”

“Yes. Just for you to put the clothes in the dryer and then take some milk out the freezer and put them in the warmer. Don’t turn it on because she won’t be waking up for another few hours and I’m about to go to sleep.”

“Yes ma’am. Anything else?”

“Don’t forget.”

“I won’t. Anything else?”

“Oh. Yes.”

She walked into the room and sat on his lap and started whispering in his ear. His eyes widened and then he blinked slowly, shaking his head, before nudging her away.

“Do you want me to end the night early or something?”

She grinned. “No. Have a good night, guys,” she said and left the room.

“It’s something in the water down here,” I said, shaking my head.

“Man,” Declan sighed, making all of us look at him.

Declan and his girl been together for a long ass time, off and on, maybe twice, but it’s always been them. If he hadn’t been my wingman one weekend in the Hamptons, I would have believed that she was the only one that he’d been with. If they did have any issues, we wouldn’t know about it because he was a mama’s boy.

“What? Y’all know I ain’t like y’all, but these women here are flirty, funny, and thick as hell. I’m still getting used to everybody being so nice around here. The temptation is strong, but it’s all good though.”

“You better be thankful you told me that today and not six months ago,” I said, lighting my blunt that had gone out. “You remember that weekend in the Hamptons?”

“And that’s exactly why I ain’t told y’all shit.”

“What happened in the Hamptons,” my dad asked, and me and Declan looked at each other and then back at Dad.

“Nevermind. You two need some secrets between you, but before my baby boy goes to oblige his wife, I want to make a toast.”

He poured each of us a shot.

“I hope you boys know that I am proud of each of you. Y’all are successful in your own right. I didn’t get it all the way right with you, but to see you all getting it right with your kids makes me happy. So, cheers to fatherhood.”

“Cheers to that.”

We tapped our glasses and threw our shots back. Declan’s phone vibrated against the table, and he picked it up.

“Donovan. Why aren’t you in the bed?”

“I’m in bed. I’m just waiting for you to get home, so you can read me a story.”

“Okay, give me ten minutes.”

“Alright, Dad. Love you.”

“Love you too, son.”

“Alright, that’s my cue, y’all.” Declan stood up. “Congrats again, bro.” He rubbed my head.

“Don’t touch my head, bro.”

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