“Check mate. That was a pretty easy block. Are you feeling okay, Dr. Darrell?”
Darrell blinked and looked down at the chessboard. Seth had taken him out in only five moves, or maybe it was four. His mind was elsewhere. “I’m sorry, Seth. I’ve got a lot on my mind today.”
“Women problems?”
Darrell raised his eyebrows. He opened his mouth, unsure of what was about to come out. But it didn’t matter because the ten-year-old boy kept talking.
“I gave my heart to Kimmei. Did I tell you we wrote a song together? I gave her dragons, and she left me for another city.”
Darrell nodded at the boy while staring down at the pawn in his hand. Duchess hadn’t returned any of his phone calls. Not calls; call. He’d only made one. He didn’t want to be a bother.
“Kimmei’s off living her dream and I’m here
