His jaw tightened. “Whatever and I Decker and I—”
“He’s my sponsor. Something that YOU chose so suck it. Hold on, you got a cigarette? I’m itching for one.”
“You can’t smoke in my office.”
“Sure, Daddy— no wait, sir. Sure. Pass the pack.”
Cole stared at me for a long moment. Then he sighed, pulled a pack from his desk drawer, and slid it across the wood. “You're going to be the death of me.”
“Probably.” I took one, lit it, and inhaled deeply. The smoke burned through my lungs, calming something in my chest. “So who are you dog walking? Him or me?”
“Decker’s job is you.”
“You gotta give that man a new job. Or a hobby. Jesus, how long will you keep abandoning your duties as a f*****g Father for crying out loud?”
“There are important things—”
“More than me. You can say it. I sure as
