He rested his head against the closed door and shook his head. What the fuck was going on?

Callahan,

at how petty and juvenile that sounded,

succumbed to kidney failure when Xander and Navaya were fifteen.

Thinking about the son-of-a-bitch whose side chick found out she was pregnant after taking a pregnancy test in Navaya’s bathroom and then left the stick on the counter for her to find

It was doing it for her!

“What the fuck?”

If he lived to be a hundred, Xander was sure he would remember each cadence of Navaya’s breathy mewls of pleasure.

She turned from the stove and flashed him a big, bright smile that caused his heart to splutter in his chest. He paused for a few seconds. What the fuck was that?