“We’ll tell him tomorrow. Is that okay with you?” I deflected, remembering Colin would return soon, so now wasn’t the time to go any deeper.

“Not now?” His hands returned to my arms.

“I’d call out of work tonight, but I’m already on thin ice. We can’t just drop this on him, and I walk out the door later. He’s waited his whole life for this news.”

He nodded. “Right, that makes sense.”

The pain he had to be feeling was terrible, and I wouldn’t wish that on my worst enemies.

“I have a thing tonight, anyway, so tomorrow works.”

Thing? Not my business to ask. “Okay, good. Well, I have the rest of the weekend off. That will give us time after we share the news so he can process it. Do you have plans on Saturday and Sunday?”

“I’ll change them,” he said without hesitation.

“Good, um, thanks.” I shifted around again, and the side of his lips crooked into a semi-smile. “Sorry.”

He angled his head, his smile stretching. “I’m not, but Colin may not react well if he finds us like this.”

Good point. I scooted back onto his thighs, and once I was off him, we both stood.

He turned away from me, and I could tell he was adjusting himself by his movements. I stifled a grin as he turned back to face me a beat later, swiping his finger at the neck of his dress shirt as if trying to distance himself from what he’d just done.

Needing a distraction, I returned the Ziploc to my dresser before Colin came home.

Constantine came up behind me and set a palm on the dresser. He leaned close without our bodies touching as he met my eyes in the mirror. “In case I didn’t clarify, I want to be in your lives.”

The weight of a million tomorrows lifted from my shoulders.

“And you should know that whatever you two need, I’ll give you. A million times over.”

“We don’t need your money.”

“Too bad. You’ve got it.” He thinned his eyes as a challenge not to object.

The fact that he didn’t ask for a blood test to prove he was his son made me feel better. I was sure most men would have requested one, and I’d have obliged, but still.

He looked down at the chipped white paint on my dresser, and I couldn’t help but notice scars on his arms I didn't remember being there in Aruba. “Are you seeing anyone?” he asked, catching me off guard.

“Colin has a pesky habit of scaring off every man who’s tried to stay in my life for the long term. I gave up dating years ago.” I wasn’t about to let him in on the secret that I hadn’t been kissed in five years, either.