Page 47 of Mistaken Identity
The only issue was the pool in the backyard, but before I’d even gotten to his place with Lottie and her mountain of shit, he’d already had a company there giving him a quote on fixing the fence.
He’d also placed an order for more furniture, but it wasn’t going to come in for a few days, which left me on an air mattress in his spare bedroom.
“Fine,” I stood up from the bed and went to the bathroom counter where Lottie’s antibiotic was sitting.
I picked it up and said, “You or me, buddy?”
Gunner winced. “Me, I guess.”
I handed it to him and followed him to the living room where his aunt and uncle were playing with Lottie.
Lottie saw us coming and shrieked.
“Uhhh,” Gunner said when he only saw the shine of blonde hair behind her as she took off. “Does she not take this well?”
“She takes it fine,” I laughed. “She just expects a treat after. Usually that treat is a banana, though. You don’t have any of those, do you?”
“I have some oranges,” he said just as Lottie came back holding an apple.
“And apples,” Gunner said.
“Don’t think that I helped her be this healthy,” I said. “Your nanny friend Ms. Rocha introduced her to everything and encouraged her healthy eating habits now.”
“Rocky?” Kayla asked. “Rocky’s back?”
“Yep,” Gunner said. “She’s working with the Semyonov family.”
Parker’s head whipped around, his brows lowering.
Gunner lifted his hand and said, “She’s fine. I promise.”
“Still in love with you?” Parker asked, his arms crossing over his chest.
“Ready!”
Gunner proficiently drew up her medication, then started to give it to her, but she took it from him and downed it like the expert she was.
“Oh, my,” Kayla breathed. “I’ve never in my life seen that kind of magic.”
I chuckled. “Chronic ear infections.”
“Jett had chronic ear infections, too.” Parker could only shake his head, eyes deep in a memory. “But we had to chase him around like a damn feral cat. Then we had to hold him down. He was the worst medicine taker ever. The only thing that worked was getting him to a point where he could swallow pills. He hated that damn pink shit.”
“Do you remember that one that smelled like dirty diaper?” Gunner looked amused. “Oh, my god. I felt so bad about giving him that one.”
“Apple!” Lottie cried.
Gunner took the apple and said, “Do you want it sliced?”
“Just take a bite,” I suggested. “Think Webber taught her that.”
Gunner took a bite and swallowed. Lottie clapped and took the apple.
“There’s a hundred percent chance she won’t finish that and will leave it somewhere were it’ll smell later,” I admitted.
Gunner snorted, his eyes sad. “Yeah, I remember that.”
I patted him on the back and said, “With y’all here, I think I’ll leave you to hanging out with her.”
