Playing With Fire

Hearing that, he chortled. “Sure. Make me the kid’s godfather, and I’ll let the kid inherit my assets.”

Is he drunk?

At a loss for words, I pushed the salad bowl closer to him as a way to shut him up. “Have more of this.”

He grinned cheerfully as he ate from the bowl. “Val, I’m serious. I want to be your kid’s godfather.”

Right then, my phone rang. Once again, it was from Tristan.

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