Hot Sauce by Tabatha Kiss

Author:Tabatha Kiss [Kiss, Tabatha]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Tabatha Kiss
Published: 2017-09-25T16:00:00+00:00

Twenty

Milo

I open my eyes, squinting against the morning light pooling in from my living room windows. For a second, I pause and wonder where I am. I look to the old coffee table and I notice the two glasses sitting next to an empty whiskey bottle.

Anna. I smile, remembering everything as I lick my lips. She’s still lingering on them like the sweet aftertaste of fresh fruit and ice cream.

A pair of sleepy, blue and brown eyes stare at me from the far edge of the couch.

I twitch up to sit.

“Hello,” she says.

I blink and set my feet on the floor. “Charlotte…” I look to the closed bedroom door and back at the scope hanging around her neck. “Are you okay? Where’s your mom?”

She steps closer and I flinch. She lays the scope against my chest and shifts the earpieces up onto her head. I relax and breathe, finding amusement in her little, curious face. I get a better look at her in the light. She has my chin. My dimples. My god…

“It’s fast,” she says, listening hard.

“Yeah,” I say, catching my breath.

“Are you in love?”

“Am I what?”

My bedroom door swings open and Anna steps out with panic on her face. She exhales with relief when she sees Charlotte standing there, safe and sound.

“Char, what are you doing?” she asks.

I hold up a hand. “It’s okay. She’s just being curious.”

“She’s not bothering you?”

“No. I was already up.” I look at Charlotte again. “You guys sleep okay? Or at all?”

“She did,” Anna answers. “Eventually.”

“And you?”

“A wink here and there,” she says with a shrug.

“Are you guys hungry?”

Charlotte nods, flashing a big smile.

Anna steps forward. “Actually, we should probably get going…”

I shake my head to hide the sudden tug of emotion deep in my gut. I don’t want them to leave yet. I don’t want my daughter back on the streets where mob pricks want her dead.

“Not on an empty stomach,” I say. “How about it, Charlotte? Do you like breakfast burritos?”

“What’s buritoast?” she asks.

I gawk at Anna. “How are you raising this child?”

Anna shrugs.

“Do you like eggs?” I ask Charlotte.

“Yes,” she answers.

“Do you like bacon?”

“Yes.”

“How about cheese?”

“Yes!”

“Then, you like breakfast burritos. Come on.”

I hold out a hand and she takes it. Her little fingers just barely wrapping around two of mine. She looks up at me with a wide smile and I can’t help giving her one right back.

It nearly knocks me off my feet.

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