Page 71 of Falcon

“Yeah.”

“I get the idea; that’s a huge thing to admit.”

“Yup.”

“Breathe, Myka,” Artemis chortled, and I drew in a deep breath and released it.

“Hey!” Falcon called as he approached the dock where we had tied the boat up.

“Good timing, son. Between Jayes and Myka, we’ve caught enough fish to feed the club,” Ace replied. Falcon came up to me and glowered at his mother.

“What have you done to Myka? She looks shell-shocked.”

“You’re my boyfriend,” I said, and Falcon frowned before a shit-eating grin crossed his face. Yup, definitely got that from his father.

“You just realised?” Falcon asked.

“Yeah.”

“It’s okay. I’m a lot to take in. Naturally, you’re overwhelmed that this prime specimen of a male wants you. You’re gorgeous too, but not like me. Everyone wants to be me,” Falcon crowed, and I shook my head.

Ace shook his head in despair at his son’s joking.

“Not me. I want to be Jayes,” Jayes replied, frowning, and I began laughing.

“Out of the mouths of babes.” Ace laughed.

“Come on, these won’t gut themselves,” I said, ruffling Jayes’ hair.

Artemis led the way, still staying away from us.

“Will we have enough?” I worried.

“Yeah, Axel went fishing with Felix, and Fragment was also out on the water. There’ll be plenty of fish, even with the one Artemis shot,” Ace muttered, glancing at his phone.

“Mom, you did what?” Falcon growled out. “I told you not to scare Myka.”

“Pah. Myka’s not scared of me. We spent the day together,” Artemis tossed over her shoulder.

“Yes, and your mother is certifiably insane, and she shot the fish,” I retorted, and Artemis grinned.

“Too true,” she exclaimed, and swanned off in front of us.

“Can’t you keep her under control?” Falcon whined to Ace.

“Nope,” Ace replied. “Anyway, that’s not what frightened Myka so much.”

Falcon turned to his dad, “So help me, I’ll…”

Ace’s laugh cut Falcon off. “Myla realised you’re her boyfriend.”

“And that shocked you?” he asked me with a smug grin.

“Yes. It just seemed to hit me out of the blue,” I admitted. Falcon took a cooler from me and slung an arm around my shoulders.

“Boyfriend will do for now. Everything else can come later,” he promised.

“Okay,” I said, and let the ‘everything else’ fall by the wayside. One day at a time. That’s what counted.