“Slate is asking us to find out. He wants us in the city in an hour.”
Quickly, I pick up my cell phone and explain to Rose I won’t make it to the salon today.
“No worries. Me and Mia will cover. Go save Sienna.”
“God, I hope so.”
Chapter Eight
Suds
I dress, hop down the stairs, and at the bottom Catrina circles my feet until I stumble. “If you kill me, Cat, I can’t feed ya.”
She sticks her tail in the air, prances to the ’fridge and stares in case I forgot where to find it.
As I spoon smelly, brown goo, Sam ambles into the kitchen. Dressed in my t-shirt, she forces her eyes open, only to make a face at the two buttered slices of toast.
“I thought you said we need to hurry?”
Grinning, I pull a knife out of a drawer and slather on peanut butter. “Breakfast. It’s the most important meal of the day.”
“Huh.” She probably doesn’t know she shouldn’t be drinking coffee so while she changes her clothes, I gulp down her mug and exchange it with instant decaf.
Once we start talking openly about her pregnancy, the first thing I’m going to do is lay down the law about eating healthy. When she emerges from the bathroom, I hand her a gummy bear and a commuter cup.
“Wait. Shouldn’t you be taking vitamins, too?”Isn’t she sweet?
“Sure, sugar. Whatever you say.” I swallow one and grin. Damn, I am going to be the best dad ever.
Minutes later, we hop into my SUV. Google-lady says there’s an accident in the tunnel so we take the bridge and by the time we get uptown, Slate’s pinged us three times. After shaking hands in the conference room, we sit.
“How is Sienna?” Sam studies Andy’s stoic face. He didn’t shave or comb his hair and his wrinkled suit appears as if he slept in it.
“Honestly? She’s scared.”
He seems so damn miserable, I slap him on the back. “You’ll have her out in no time.”
“Uh huh. I called my brother, CJ. Between him and me, we’ll probably have enough for bail.” He shakes his head. “The prosecution will assume she’s a high flight risk. It’ll be in the millions.”
I wish I could help but my three hundred bucks of savings won’t do shit.
He rubs his knuckles into his eyes. “I can’t fucking believe this. Sienna wouldn’t hurt a fly.”
Slate swivels his chair toward me and Sam. “I’ve got Jason on standby. Dr. Jones has given us unlimited access to use it, legal and illegal. We can sort it all out before we go to trial.”
“Copy that.”
“Go.” My boss points to a small office where I park my fiancé’s ass down in a chair.
I’ll tie her to it if need be. “Darlin’, you work with Jason. Slate, Andy and I are going to talk with Sienna.”
“Yeah, that makes sense.”
In a way, I’m disappointed. I wanted her to open up about being pregnant. “No arguments?”
“Nope. When you’re right, you’re right. We need to divide and conquer. I’ll see you later.” She latches her fingers behind my neck, and plants a big ol’ kiss on my lips.
Who is this lady and what did she do with my fiancé?“So, ah… you’ll be staying put?”
