“Good.”
My sister’s gaze slides to me.
“I guess you’re busy tonight, huh? Since it’s Thursday.” The repulsion in her voice is palpable.
I bristle, straightening my shoulders. “I have plans, if that’s what you’re asking, Sis?”
“I can’t believe you still have that place.”
“I have good reason to, not that I have to explain myself.”
“Whatever.” Sinclair snorts. “I’m going to go to the bathroom before we leave.”
She spins and storms off, Monty trailing obediently behind her.
“She’ll be fine,” my father assures.
“Denver’s a saint for being her bodyguard for as long as he was,” I mutter. “How’s finding his replacement going?”
“Damn impossible,” my father says, lowering his voice ashe places Molly down and tells her to collect her baby from where she’s left it strapped in a toy stroller across the room.
Not long after the girls came home from Halliday’s bachelorette, Denver handed in his notice. He’s worked as my father’s Head of Security for years. He’s like one of the family. I never thought he’d leave.
Then one day he was gone.
Just like that. Handed his notice in and left the city the same day.
“You’ll find someone. I can help you interview if you like?”
He nods and claps me between the shoulder blades. “Thanks, Son. Mal said he will too now that he’s back from Botswana for a couple of weeks. We’ll get something set up.”
“I’m sorry if she disturbs you tonight,” I say, keeping my voice low and gesturing to Molly.
“She still getting out of bed?”
“Yeah.” I blow out a breath. “Every night since Tate left.”
My father nods. I told him about Tate nannying for Molly. And he understands why she is now on the other side of the country.
I had to do it.
“Have you heard from Natasha recently?” he asks.
Just hearing her name has me grinding my teeth until my jaw throbs.
“She texted again. Same old story. Says she wants to see Molly, but all she really wants is money. She didn’t even mention Molly’s birthday. I’m not sure she even remembers it’s coming up.”
“Hmm,” my father grumbles as I crouch and hold my arms out for Molly.
“Come and give Daddy a hug before you go, Sweetheart. And I’ll see you first thing in themorning, okay?”
She runs over to me, and I wrap my arms around her, stroking her back beneath the furry bunny onesie.
“I love you so much,” I tell her.
It’s the truth. But what’s also true is how badly I need tonight. I haven’t been to The Lanceford since meeting Tate.
It’s time to move on.
