Hero Baby Daddy by Hamel B. B

Author:Hamel, B. B.
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-07-01T16:00:00+00:00

7

Lily

I’m pretty reluctant to do this interview thing, but my boss really pushes it the next day. Since I don’t have any options, I have to relent and give Abel a call.

“We’re doing it at your place,” I say seriously.

“We can do it anywhere you want,” he says, tone dripping with innuendo.

I roll my eyes. “Where are you staying?”

“Little place off Fairmount.”

“All right, send me the address. Are you free now?”

“Believe it or not, I do have a life.”

“That doesn’t answer my question.”

He hesitates a second. “Yeah, I’m free now.”

“Send me the address. I’ll see you soon.”

I hang up the phone and his text comes a minute later. I figure, it’s better to do this in the middle of the day. I don’t want there to be any confusion about what’s happening here.

This is strictly business. I need to get this interview, make it interesting, and make my boss happy. That’s all this is.

Whatever else is happening with him won’t matter. I guess that’s easier said than done, since we’ve been sleeping together and making things about as complicated as possible, but still. I’m going to try and be good.

His apartment is off a little side street just north of Fairmount. I buzz his number and he lets me in. “Just a temporary place,” he says. “Landlord is vet-friendly and leases month to month.”

“So you could get called back whenever?” I ask him.

He glances at me. “We doing the interview now?”

“Maybe,” I say, shrugging.

“Well, yeah. I could get called up whenever.”

I follow him into his tiny little apartment. It’s actually a studio, with a kitchen on one side and a living room slash bedroom on the other. There’s a bathroom tucked away in the far corner and that’s pretty much it. Clearly his futon is both his couch and his bed.

Despite how small it is, he actually keeps it pretty immaculate. There’s nothing laying around, no clutter, no clothes. Everything is clean and shiny, like it’s brand new, although there’s not much in the way of decorations.

“Told you it’s small,” he says.

“It’s clean,” I note.

“Habit.”

“Picked it up in the service?”

He nods. “When you live and work with a bunch of fucking animals, it helps if you learn to keep your mess to yourself.”

“Can I quote you on that?”

“Go for it.” He grins at me, cocks his head. “You wanna drink?”

“It’s one in the afternoon.”

He shrugs. “So?”

“No thanks.”

“Suit yourself.” He sits down on the futon and stretches out his legs with a sigh, patting the cushion next to him. “Curl on up and let’s chat.”

I pull over a stool that’s sitting next to the kitchen counter. I open my bag, take out a voice recorder, and make sure it’s running before I clear my throat.

“Okay, Abel. Where do you want to start?”

“Anywhere,” he says.

“Let’s start with your childhood. Where did you grow up?”

“Around here,” he says. “Well, in this city. I used to be South Philly garbage.”

“I thought your parents did well for themselves.”

“They did. My parents were good people, but I was always in trouble.

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