Reclaimed (Angel's Halo MC 4)

He gives me a slight grin that would melt the panties off of a nun. “I don’t have a match for another two weeks so whatever you think is best.”

I nod and try to compose myself, but I can feel the redness in my cheeks. “Kara, put him in Monday.”

I turn and start walking back to my room to clean and set up for my next patient. I feel a hand on my shoulder and I spin around to see Lox. “Thanks for your help today.”

I smile. “You’re welcome, see you Monday.”

I finish making my way back to my treatment room and start pulling the sheets and setting up for the next client. Kara walks in with a grin on her face. “So, on a scale from sexy to smokin’ hot, how all of the above was he?”

I shake my head. “He was nice looking.”

She puts her hand to her chest like she’s going to have a heart attack. “Sloan, honey, I think you need to have your damn vision checked if you think that boy was anything other than effing sexy as hell.”

I sigh. “Yes, he was hot. Very hot. Just so you know, yes, my libido is still very much alive.”

She claps her hands. “Awesome. He said to give you this.”

I take the twenty dollar bill from her hand. “He tipped me?”

“Yes, he tipped you and you didn’t even have to give him a happy ending. Yet.” She winks and walks out the door.

I don’t have anyone for another forty-five minutes so I try to finish up some of my CEU stuff.

~*~*~

“Mommy!” My son, Sage, comes running up to me and wraps his arms around my legs.

I hug him back. “Hey, Bud. Did you have a good day today?” I say as I sign him out of the aftercare program at his school.

“Yes, ma’am. I made you this.” He shoves a coloring page at me.

“Wow, that looks awesome. What is that?” I point to a brown blob on the paper. Please don’t say shit, please don’t say shit. I’m pretty good about watching my mouth around him but I slip sometimes and he seems like my little repeater. When we lived with my brother, he wasn’t always the greatest about watching his words either. He’d say things like, “I gotta shit, get out of the bathroom.” I’m afraid he’s going to repeat one of those words at school.

“A football.” He looks at me so innocently proud. “I’m gonna be a football player when I grow up.”

Bless his heart, he doesn’t know the personal Hell that brings me. “Don’t you want to play baseball or something else?”

I start walking us in the direction of our car after I help him with his backpack.

He nods his head. “Yeah, that too, or a fireman.” He’s acting so grown and serious, like he needs to make this decision today at the ripe old age of five.

I breathe a sigh of relief. “Sounds good to me, Bud. What do you want for supper tonight?”

“Mac ‘n cheese with hot dogs.”

I laugh. “You always say that.” Which I hate saying is good since I’m on a tight budget.

He giggles. “I know. I always want it.”

I reach down and tickle him. “You’re rotten. You know that?” He climbs in his booster seat and buckles his seatbelt.

He looks up at me and smiles. All I feel is his love. “Yep, I know I am.”

After I get in my seat, I look back and remember the lady from the local pizza place gave us all a gift certificate the other day when she was in. I never buy pizza. Sometimes when they have a sale on frozen ones, I get those, but not straight from the restaurant. “How about pizza tonight instead of mac ‘n cheese and hot dogs?”

He grins and pumps his fist. “Yes!”

I nod. “All right, pizza it is.”