Chapter Eight
Sargent
The second Maddox walks in at five in the morning, I stop him in the hall.
“Don’t leave me to babysit her again, do you understand?” I snarl and he’s so startled he backs up a step.
“What the fuck, Dad?” He frowns, his happy drunken smile gone. “What happened?”
I run a hand through my hair. Do I tell him? He should know.
“She got naked,” I blurt and my voice sounds higher than it should. “I helped her to her bedroom and she got naked.”
He just stares at me for the longest time, blinking slowly before his lips twitch. “I mean, yeah, I should have warned you. She does that when she’s high.”
“Does what?”
“She calls it becoming one with nature.” He chuckles as though it’s not a big deal. Am I making it a big deal?
“She got naked in front of your father.”
“She’s not underage, Dad, chill, and she doesn’t have the worst body in the world to look at. Why are you so upset?”