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But I’d never ignored him. When he’d shown up at my door, I hadn’t turned and walked the other way or ignored him and just gone inside.

That was basically what he’d done when he ignored my text Monday.

And Tuesday.

Oh, and he literally turned around and walked away when he saw me at work on Tuesday.

I was a lot less understanding when a week went by.

And I was all out of understanding when another weekend passed without a word from him, especially since I’d sent more than two texts by then. I’d also left a few messages asking that he at least check in and tell me if he needed time.

Or if he was out.

I got nothing in reply. Not a damn thing.

Bastard.

So I was in less than a pleasant mood even if summer was right around the corner. Actually that normally put me in a shittier mood anyways. Most loved summer.

It was practically a requirement when living in the South.

I wasn’t a fan of the heat. I would take being cold over being hot every day that ended in Y.

So all of them.

Fine, now and again I did love laying out by the condo’s pool and getting some fresh vitamin D, but… The rest of the time it was too fucking hot.

It was too fucking hot right then at the end of April.

I flinched when something bumped my leg, snapping out of my snarly thoughts about stupid men and the stupid summer too. Glancing down, I saw bright green eyes blinking up at me.

“I’m lost,” the child said to me and reached for my hand.

I let him take it but studied him a moment. I swallowed a sigh. He looked between five and ten and probably too young to be left alone by parents. I couldn’t ever tell the ages of children. People always picked on me for that.

First, I wasn’t a damn pediatrician. I dealt with adults and was rarely around children. Second, everything was more confusing when it came to supes.

Very fucking confusing.

I’d seen fifteen-year-old warlocks who looked seven because their magic hadn’t flourished correctly and it had stunted their physical growth. On the flip side, I’d met seven-year-old shifters who I would have sworn were fifteen.

We weren’t human. Everything was more complicated.

“Let’s find your mom or dad,” I said to him with the best smile I could manage.

“Daddy, no mom,” he mumbled, glancing around before looking up at me. “What’s a house husband?”

“What?” I asked, studying him again. This child was filled with alotof confusion, but he wasn’t scared or even worried about being lost.

That was odd, right? Or were children… I had no idea.

“Daddy said to be nice to you because he could be a house husband then,” the kid mumbled.

Okay, so he was old enough to easily understand but still young enough where he wasn’t the best at keeping secrets.

“Is that so?” I chuckled darkly. “What else did he say before he sent you on this mission?”

The child beamed at me. “Daddy called it that too. Rich Mommy Mission. He said I’m too cute for anyone to turn down.”