Chapter Thirteen
I’m not a ‘happy guy’ kind of laugher. Sure, I have a sense of humor, but it tends toward the dark, and I’m more often amused with sarcasm and irony. And I sure as f**k don’t laugh because I’m happy. I can’t even say I know what happiness feels like. The concept of happiness, of relaxing into a state of peace and contentment is as foreign to me as walking on Mars. So I’m surprised by the laughter that bubbles up from my belly at Roxi’s request for a do-over. And even more surprised by the lightness in my chest, the sensation of utter peace that’s descended upon me. The recognition of it makes my stomach do somersaults — like I’m standing at the edge of a high dive, or ready to jump out of a plane.
But as I roll to the side and she snuggles into my arm, resting her head o
