Ride Steady(78)

“Is there something I can help you with?” I offered.

“We could not do this on the walkway, Carissa. That’d help,” Aaron replied.

“I’m afraid I’m not a big fan of you being in my home,” I returned.

“Carrie,” Joker said low.

I jerked my head back to look up at him.

He shook his head once.

I understood what he was communicating to me.

We were filing a motion and I had to be a good girl, not a jerkface like Aaron. I didn’t need to give him any ammunition like he’d been handing me.

“Come in,” I mumbled, letting Joker’s hand go to dig in my purse. I got my keys and let us in.

I moved around turning on lights, and when I was done, I saw Aaron just inside the closed door, Joker with Travis asleep on his chest by the bar.

“Can I hold my son?” Aaron asked Joker.

Joker looked right to me.

When he did, my only thought was, honest to goodness, I could love that man.

“It’s okay,” I said quietly.

Joker didn’t look like he liked it, but he moved to Aaron and transferred a still-mostly-asleep-but-blinking Travis into Aaron’s arms.

“Hey, buddy. Hey, my little guy,” Aaron cooed when he got his son.

I watched him do this and it happened again.

I used to hate that. I’d hated that he loved Travis that much. I’d hated that he was (probably) a good father. I’d hated that he didn’t give all that to Travis and me.

But right then I didn’t hate it.

I didn’t care about it at all.

Because Joker fed my son his carrots and carried him up the stairs. And further, he let him lick his beard, pull his hair, and a lot more. He liked doing it too.

And now Travis also had Big Petey. And Tyra. And Elvira.

Not just me. No longer just me and a grandpa a state away.

My son had more.

We didn’t need Aaron.

Travis and I were building our own family.

“I can imagine this is nice for you, Aaron, having a moment with your child outside our normal schedule,” I remarked. “But it’s late, he needs his crib, I worked today, and I’m tired. So if you’ve come by for that, please wrap it up so we can get on with our night.”

My ex-husband settled our son to his shoulder and looked at me.

Yes, interesting blue eyes.

But just interesting.

“I deserved that,” he said softly.

I felt the banked fire in my belly start to rage.

He was never nice to me. These days, he was never anything to me.

I held back the fire and replied, “I see. You know about Gustafson, Howard and Pierce.”

Aaron let a flinch show. “The attorney community is—”

I shook my head. “Honestly, not to be mean, but I don’t care. I didn’t lie when I said I was tired. We just had dinner. I have things to do before tomorrow. Can you please explain why you’re here so you can leave and I can do them?”

He glanced at Joker then back to me. “I had hoped to speak to you one on one.”

“That’s not gonna happen,” Joker put in on a subdued growl.

Yes, oh heck yes, I could love that man.

“And who are you, exactly?” Aaron asked Joker.

“That his business?” Joker asked me.

Gosh, I wanted to kiss him.

“I should know who’s spending time with my son,” Aaron pointed out, his deep voice that once could lull me into believing just about anything verging on a snap.

“This is a friend of mine,” I said quickly and got Aaron’s eyes. “He’s called Joker and we’re…” I paused and put it out there, “dating.”

“Dating?” Aaron asked incredulously.

And hurtfully.

“You lost interest in me but that doesn’t mean the entirety of mankind did,” I returned.

“Of course not, you’re beautiful,” Aaron spat and I blinked. “But you’ve got a job and a child to raise.”

“Seeing as you work so much, I’m surprised you forgot,” I shot back. “But you also have a job. And a child. Not to mention a fiancée.”

Aaron scowled at me before he took in a visibly deep breath, ran his hand through his thick, shiny, dark hair, and rearranged his features.

“I didn’t come here to fight,” he shared when he again focused on me.