Hearing that, he let out a short laugh, clearly amused. "Sure. Make me the child's godfather, and I'll let the kid inherit my assets."
Is he drunk?
I didn't have the energy to argue with him, so I pushed the bowl of salad closer to him, hoping food would quiet his mouth. "Have more of this."
He smiled like nothing was wrong and took a few bites straight from the bowl, relaxed and careless, as if the conversation meant nothing to him. "Letty, I'm serious. I want to be your kid's godfather."
Right then, my phone rang. It was Ashton again.
I didn't want to answer, but the ringing wouldn't stop, and Nick kept talking without pause. In the end, I accepted the call.
"Where are you?" His voice came through, steady but firm, carrying that quiet pressure that always made me feel watched even when he wasn't there.
"I'm at the barbecue restaurant," I replied, keeping my tone even.
"The address."
