Aiden rested his head on Jack’s shoulder and watched him closely.
“Leslie.”
Shit.
Jack frowned as Aiden slipped out of his arms. “Leslie? Who gave you my number?”
Aiden’s eyes hardened.
“No, wait,” Jack said, but it was too late.
“I’ll be in the car.” Aiden slammed the front door as he left.
“Timmy did,” Leslie was saying. “Is this not a good time?”
“No, it isn’t,” Jack snapped.
Hope brightened her voice. “Well, I can call you back.”
With a sigh, Jack said, “Look, don’t, please. I’m seeing someone and I really don’t need this hassle, okay?” When she didn’t answer immediately, he pressed, “Okay?”
“Hey, I didn’t know,” she told him. “I didn’t—”
“Well, now you do.” Jack hung up before she could say anything else and hurried outside. He found Aiden behind the wheel of their car, th
