Christopher and Rebel’s argument had her upset, but her husband was right about Jo.
“Ima visit Kendall tomorrow. Check on her. Johnnie was such a motherfucker.”
He was that and more. That jerk had ruined what had been a nice evening. Meggie, Roxy, and Zoann had spent over an hour comforting Kendall after what that idiot said. The more she thought about how little Johnnie respected Kendall, the more Meggie realized her friend was at a disadvantage not knowing about her possible stepdaughter. If Johnnie accepted Jana, he’d weaponize her against Kendall in some way. “You probably should tell Kendall about Jana.”
“Is that bitch even still on premises?”
Meggie poked him. “Stop. She’s going to be our daughter-in-law.”
“We gotta get rid of that first cunt before we accept this one.”
“You’re sooo bad, Christopher,” Meggie said, laughing.
Christopher snickered, tipped her chin up, and kissed her. “If you think we should tell Kendall about Jana, then we will.”
Meggie had other thoughts on that situation, but for now she just wanted Christopher inside her. They’d discuss everything else later.
Tuesday, March 26th
Killing his engine bright and early the next morning, Christopher dismounted and headed to the front door of Donovan & Redding Law Offices. As a thirtieth birthday present to Diesel, Christopher intended to fork over however much it took to have his boy’s name added to make Megan happy. Brooks would do it out of fear. Kendall would allow it out of loyalty.
Christopher didn’t care as long as it was done.
Spring had arrived several days ago, but the bracing morning air reminded him that winter wouldn’t give up without a fucking fight. Walking into the office, Christopher appreciated the warmth greeting him.
“Mr. Caldwell!” Beams, Kendall’s assistant, gushed, halting in the middle of standing up. She stared at his lips and licked her own. “What are you doing here?”
Christopher snapped his brows together and scowled. If she stepped out of line, he was shooting her. He didn’t have fucking time to explain shit and risk Megan taking him talking to another bitch the wrong fucking way. “I’m here for Kendall.”
Beams slid her fingers through her hair and started around her desk.
Backing up, Christopher brought his hand to the gun holstered at his side.
“Uncle Christopher!” Tabitha called, running down the hallway, taking one look at his face, and halting on the other side of Beams’s desk. “I need to talk to you. Diesel won’t return my phone calls.”
“What the fuckmyass supposed to do?” he grouched, still ready at the draw. “Iain’t responsible for who that motherfucker call or don’t call.”
Beams giggled; Tabitha pouted.
The opening door hit his back, and he realized he hadn’t moved very far away from it. He rectified that immediately and smiled at Kendall as she walked in, carrying coffee in a to-go cup in one hand and gripping the handles of her handbag in the other.
Hand on her heart, Beams sighed dreamily, and Kendall rolled her eyes.
“Hey,” she said. “I wasn’t expecting you this morning.”
“Wasn’t about to wait ‘til Friday,” Christopher responded, especially after last night. “I need to know exactly what the fuck happened at the meeting ASAFP.”
“What meeting?” Tabitha asked.
“None of your fuckin’ business,” Christopher said, looking at her long enough to impart that.
“I’m part of the family, too.”
“Unfortunately,” Kendall sniped, taking the words out of Christopher’s mouth. She looked at him and nodded toward the hallway. “Let’s go to my office.”
“Do you need anything, Mr. Caldwell?” Beams called.
Not answering, Christopher followed Kendall.
