So instead, I asked, “Did you know him back in high school?”

“You know I didn’t, not really,” Aaron returned. “But I still knew him, Carissa.”

“Is it necessary to go over this before you take off?” Joker joined in and I turned my gaze back to him to see him staring steadily at Aaron, but doing it looking impatient.

I swung my gaze to Aaron to see he was also studying Joker. Then he drew in breath and turned his attention back to me.

“I need to have a word,” he announced.

Fabulous.

“Shit,” Joker muttered, obviously feeling the same as me.

Aaron’s eyes sliced to him. “You don’t need to be here.”

“Actually,” I said quickly. “This is my house so I get to make that call. And my call is, Joker’s not going anywhere. Now, I have bonding to do with my son. If you need a word, have it, Aaron, so we can get on with our night.”

My heart sank as, when I said this, Aaron took a step in, closed the door behind him, and dropped the diaper bag to the floor.

At this move, I felt tension hit the room, and not just my own, as I cuddled my boy, who still had a fistful of my hair, which he was shoving in his mouth. I carefully extricated it from his grip, and he immediately grabbed on to my top and bent forward, shoving that in his mouth.

All this happened while Aaron looked around.

I knew what he saw. I liked that he saw it because I liked that I was living it and able to give it to Travis. It wasn’t a huge house like the four-bedroom one I’d left that Aaron now lived in with Tory. It was just two bedrooms, one bath, a living room that shared its space with the dining room.

But regardless, it was a very nice one, and that was plain to see.

And the “ex-our” furniture looked fantastic in it.

Aaron gave me his gaze. “This is a great house, Riss.”

Riss.

Ulk.

“Thanks, I know,” I replied.

“Is that the word you wanted to have?” Joker prompted.

Aaron shot him a killing look then turned his attention back to me and promptly rearranged his features.

Ulk again.

“I’m pleased you landed in a nice place,” he told me.

“I am too,” I stated the obvious.

“If you’re goin’ for a tour, not sure I’m big on Carrie obliging,” Joker put in.

Aaron cut his gaze to Joker. “It would help this go faster if you didn’t participate.”

“It would help this go faster if you got to the point,” Joker noted rationally.

I fought back my giggle as I saw Aaron’s jaw grow hard.

“Okay,” I cut in and when I got my ex-husband’s attention, I asked. “Aaron, what do you need?”

He stopped looking annoyed and started looking something I knew very well from him.

Contrite.

I cuddled Travis closer and braced.