Page 33 of K.I.N.: Karma Is Near
I turned back toward the stove before he could see me smiling.
I wasn’t flirting with that man.
At least I didn’t think I was.
We were talking.
That was it.
Besides, Levin had always been easy to talk to when he wanted to be. He wasn’t loud like Xavier. Didn’t need to be the center of every conversation. Half the time he just sat there looking at you with that little smile like he knew some shit you didn’t.
Seven years away hadn’t changed that.
If anything, prison had made him quieter.
Serenity finally pulled away from my breast on her own, milk-drunk and damn near asleep.
“Oh, now you finished?”
Her eyes were already closing.
“Use me and discard me. Typical.”
Levin looked over from his plate.
“She sleep?”
“About to be.”
“You want me to hold her?”
I looked at him.
“You know how?”
His fork stopped halfway to his mouth.
“I got a whole seventeen-year-old son.”
“And?”
“And what?”
“That was seventeen years ago. Skills expire.”
“Give me my niece.”
I laughed.
“Wash your hands.”
“Sam.”
“Wash. Your. Hands.”
He stared at me.
I stared back.
