My head shot up and I looked at him. “I was running, Mitchell.” “Why the fuck do you keep calling me Mitchell?” “’Cause I don’t know your name and I’m being serious right now.”
I smiled. “Can we order room service and eat in the tub?” From the look on his face, he would have rather eat hot coal and washed it down with bleach. “Yeah.”
My jaw clenched. “You need to get her to stop doing that shit. It’s all cool until she standing over you with a knife because you told her no more cartoons. You saw that fit she threw on the stairs.”