Mockingbird: a Songbird Sequel INCOMPLETE- ON GALATEA 11/10

One: Colt

She beamed. "I'll keep that in mind. Everyone's gone. You ready to head out?"

I blinked in confusion and looked at my watch. One am. "Shit. Didn't realize how long I'd been back here."

"It's okay, baby. You had stuff to do," Lennie assured as she sauntered in with those sinful hips and popped herself onto the corner of my desk. "But we do have an early flight tomorrow and I thought you might wanna get some sleep."

I gulped as my eyes roved her delicious curves, sun kissed and dazzling even under her clothes. Those cutoffs were basically her uniform but goddamn if they didn't do something to me every time. Yeah, sleep was the last thing on my mind. "I mean we could... or..."

"Or?" Lennie asked with a laugh.

I curved my hands around her backside and tugged her toward me. "Or we could find out just how sturdy this desk is."

She released a bright "Ha!" her eyes twinkling even in the crappy fluorescent lighting. "Someone trying to live out their Boss-Employee fantasy?"

"Didn't know I had one until now," I practically growled as I ran my index finger along her thigh, just under the hem of her shorts.

"You can't wait ten minutes for us to get home?" she asked, still chuckling even as I rose slightly from my seat to bring our faces closer together.

"Doesn't really work for the fantasy," I retorted before brushing my lips fleetingly across hers.

"You... are... silly..." she stated, punctuating each of her words with a kiss. "No self control."

"Stop walking around lookin' like heaven on earth and I might get some."

"You're the only one who thinks that," she said with a giggle as my lips meant the curve of her neck.

"Good... even though you're blatantly lying to me," I retorted.

Just as I moved to bring our mouths together, my phone rang shrilly from the desk, and instantly the mood was ruined. "Dammit..."

"Who is it?" Lennie asked, eyes wide with worry, it being one in the morning and all.

"Ma."

"Is she okay?"

"I gotta feeling she's just fine," I said with a frustrated sigh as I picked up. Sure enough, my mom was just fine. Except for the fact that she'd caught my teenage son trying to sneak his girlfriend into her house in the wee hours of the morning. I hung up and rose from my seat. "We ain't even fuckin left yet and he's already trying to pull shit..."

"Colt, breathe," Lennie stated calmly, placing her palm against my chest. "He's fifteen. He's supposed to get caught doing stupid shit."

"So I'm just supposed to let him?"

"That's not what I'm saying," Lennie argued, "but going in there and flying off the handle isn't going to help."

"He wants me to trust him to stay at the house alone and he's at my mom's for a couple hours and pulls this shit," I stated. "How am I supposed to trust him, Len?"

"I don't know the answer to that," she said softly, meekly.

"Come on. I need to go kill my kid."

"Colt..."

"What, Len?" I snapped, stopping halfway to the door. She just shook her head and slid off the desk, following a few paces behind me. Yep, that fun, romantic mood? Well and truly gone.

"I don't get you, kid," I stated, pacing the wood floor of what used to be our home but was now my mother's. "You beg me to trust you. You beg me to let you stay on your own, and you're not even here for three fuckin' hours and you're already pulling some stunt."