Chapter 39

And for the first time since we’d met, my boy laughed.

I rubbed his white blond hair back. “I’m your old man, kid. And you’re kind of stuck with me.” I put my face in his shoulder and kissed him there, inhaling his strange little baby scent. “You don’t have to like me,” I whispered. “But you gotta give me some kind of a chance.” 19

“So, we’re yelling for this guy to turn around, okay, and I’m like, fucking ready for anything, my hand on my weapon and then—” Boone cracked up with laughter, his happy, handsome face drawing a smile out of me, “—then the guy turns around, right? And he’s got—” But Bunny couldn’t go on for a second, laughing too hard.