“Cignette sure has what it takes to keep a man rooted in place,” I say, then grin darkly. “She’s the adrenaline that’s coursing through my veins. The very reason I’m here right now.” I click my tongue. “Not that you’d know anything about that. Because if you did, then you wouldn’t have to rely on a different man every other week for your desires and thirst for companionship, and instead, would still have your daughter’s father in your life.”
