Heart bucking wilder than necessary, given the fact that it was only the boy’s eyes that were on me, and not his hands, I reached up and brushed my thumb over his swollen bottom lip, addicted to tormenting him. “What’s that on your mouth, Joe; drool?” “Don’t do that.” His green eyes darkened. “Not here.” “Don’t do what?” Tone heavily laced with sarcasm, I traced his bottom lip with my thumb and grinned. “This?” “Play your games when your father is across the landing.” “Why not?” I teased, hell bent on playing games.
