Obsessed (The Protectors #13) - Sloane Kennedy Page 0,50

Not like you."

I eyed my youngest. "Excuse me?" I said with pretend irritation.

Ryan did his lopsided, sheepish smile. "Frozen, Dad."

"Hey," I protested. "That ice monster was scary!"

Both my sons began laughing. Cruz was smiling but when I looked at him, he put his hands up. "I agree with you. I almost peed my pants when Anna, Kristoff, and Sven were being chased by those wolves."

"Thank you," I said to the young man before turning my attention back to my two giggling children. "Jurassic Park is a far cry from Frozen."

"But it's the original," Elliot said as if that would somehow explain everything.

"Yes," Ryan chimed in. "Dinosaurs, Dad. Please."

"The dinosaurs eat people, Ryan."

"We've got that covered, Dad," Elliot said. "Everybody take their positions."

I watched in amusement as Cruz, Elliot, and Ryan moved to the living room. Cruz lifted Ryan from his chair and settled him on the couch before he and Elliot sat down on either side of the little boy. All three looked at the black screen of the TV before Elliot suddenly yelled, "Dino dining!" With that, Elliot covered Ryan's eyes with his hands while Cruz covered his ears. I found myself laughing when Elliot called, "Dino done!" after a few seconds and all three resumed their normal positions.

"See?" Elliot said.

"See?" Ryan mimicked after Cruz detached the communication board from the wheelchair and held it up for Ryan.

"Okay, fine," I said. "But no begging to come to bed with me tonight, young man," I warned Ryan. "And who's going to cover my eyes?"

It was at that moment that the front door opened after a brief knock. My heart nearly stopped at the sight of Matias. What was he doing here so early? I began to panic and try to come up with some explanation for the man's presence when Elliot said, "I'm sure Matias will protect you."

"What?" I croaked. "Why would he… I don't know what you're—"

"I hope you don't mind that my brother invited me to tag along for movie night, Mr. Wittier," Matias said to me, his voice steady and even.

"What?" I asked, completely confused. Why the hell was he calling me Mr. Wittier? And why was it turning me on?

"It's fine, right, Dad?" Elliot said. "The more, the merrier when it comes to family movie night, right?"

"Yeah, right," I somehow managed to get out. "You're always welcome to join us. I'll, um, go put the pizzas in."

I was sure at that moment that everyone in the room knew exactly what was going through my head, but only one pair of eyes stayed on me. I shot him a quick glance and then hurried to the kitchen. I heard footsteps behind me a moment later, but when I turned around to confront Matias, it was Cruz that I came face-to-face with.

"Oh, it's you," I said stupidly.

"Yeah, I was going to grab everyone some drinks, if that's okay," Cruz said.

"Absolutely," I responded. "There’s soda for whoever wants it and there's a few beers in there for your brother… and you… and Elliot."

Jesus, why couldn't I get control of my mouth?

"Thanks," Cruz said before heading to the fridge. As he rifled through it, he said, "I'm sorry about not asking you ahead of time if Matias could join us. We stopped by his apartment to drop off some paperwork before coming here and Elliot offered for him to join us."

"Not a problem," I responded as evenly as I could. "He's always welcome."

Cruz let out a rough laugh. "I don't think anyone has ever said those words about him or to him."

Cruz's voice sounded off somehow. My mind went back to the last real conversation I'd had with Matias. He'd mentioned Cruz wanting to see their dying father. Matias had been upset about it and I couldn’t help but wonder if it was still a point of contention between them. I didn't know how to find out without setting off warning bells for Cruz.

"Well, I'm happy to have all of you guys here. It will make Ryan's night." That part was true enough, though admittedly, I was nervous about Matias and Ryan. I supposed there was a part of me that had been avoiding this meeting because I hadn't wanted to give up my relationship with Matias. If he treated my youngest son with even the tiniest bit of disrespect, that was exactly what I would do. I wasn't particularly proud of the fact that I would've rather lived in blissful ignorance and enjoyed however many more reckless nights of