His blue eyes are soft. “Yeah, Mills. I talk to you.” I settle my head back into his chest, once again soothingly tracing the lines on his ribs. “Besides being tempted to murder my catcher,” Kai adds with a yawn, “today was a good day.” “They can all be good days.” His breathing slows and his words are barely a sleepy whisper when he says, “At least for the next six weeks.”
