Page 75 of Sins of the Father

“No? Then what were you going to say?”

He thinks a moment. “I’m not used to having to think about anyone being at home, waiting for me.”

“I understand.”

“But I shouldn’t have been late and not called. And you have a right to be angry with me.”

“Did you have a crazy, busy day?”

“Yes.”

“Did you intentionally decide not to contact me?”

“No.”

“Were you stressed out every second of your workday?”

He swallows hard. “Yes.”

“Did you feel bad when you realized what time it was and that you missed our dinner?”

“Yes.”

“If you had a do-over, would you pause and look at the time and call me?”

“Yes.”

“Then why should I be upset with you?”

“It doesn’t make it right.”

“No. But it makes you human.”

Silence.

“How are your quads?”

“Normal, minus the typical sore muscles from a good session.”

“Good. Get some sleep. We have to get up early tomorrow. You’re working out, and I’m reheating lasagna for breakfast.”

He strokes my cheek. “You aren’t mad at me?”

“No. I’m worried about you.”

“I’m fine.”

“There’s your fine again.”

His bloodshot eyes drill into mine. “Then tell me why I’m not fine.”

“You have the weight of the world on your shoulders. Your work hours are plain unhealthy. And you were up all night giving me orgasms, and I should have made sure you slept.”

His lips twitch. “I like giving you orgasms.”

I slide my fingers into his hair and slowly kiss him, but it deepens and grows, as does his erection. He pulls me on top of him, and I end the kiss. “Sleep tonight.”

“But I only get so much time with you and then you’re leaving.”

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