“Okay, Rhiannon. That’d be good. Like I told you this morning, the scene with Ash didn’t sit great with me,” Mickey said and I looked up at him. “Right. It’ll be good you do that.” Pause. “Okay. Later.”

He took the phone from his ear and sauntered around the bed to his nightstand.

I looked to my phone and swiftly texted, Good. Have fun! Now going to bed. Talk to you later.

Then I looked to Mickey. “All that okay?”

He nodded. His phone was on his nightstand and he was throwing back the covers.

He got in, settled with his back to the headboard and gave his attention to me.

“Like I said after you told me she came ’round, I ended our détente this morning to give her the info on the scene with Ash. She says she’s also noticed the deterioration, came by to check in, talk to me, maybe speak with Ash. She forgot about the council meeting. Now she says, when she gets her back, she’s gonna give it a go.”

“That’s good,” I whispered, my phone chiming.

I looked to it and saw, ‘Night sweets. Cuddle your hottie for all the single ladies.

I grinned, set the phone on the nightstand, but stopped grinning when I turned back to Mickey.

“Have you seen the movie Dogfight?” I asked.

“Nope, it new?” he asked back then offered immediately, “You wanna see it?”

I adjusted myself so I was facing him fully, feeling my features soften at his offer but also in preparation for what I had to do. “No, baby, it’s an old movie. Ash has a movie poster for it on her wall.”

His eyes went unfocused before they refocused on me. “Try not to pay too much attention to her room. Place is a sty.”

It was and a strict-ish dad should probably do something about that but I didn’t address that.

I asked, “Do you know what a dogfight is?”

His brows drew together. “Everyone does, Amy.”

“No,” I replied quietly, leaning toward him putting my forearms in the bed between us. “A dogfight in regards to a nasty game a pack of boys play on a girl.”

His entire body stilled and his eyes started burning into me.

“You know,” I whispered.

“Do not fuckin’ tell me…” he trailed off like he couldn’t finish.

“I don’t know. I brought it up with Aisling, didn’t get very far. I asked if that movie spoke to her and she just said ‘obviously.’ I didn’t get more out of her before Cill interrupted us.”

Like the words were difficult to say, he ground out, “If some fuckwads played that game with her, you’re a chick, you think she’d have that poster on her wall?”