I swallowed my wife’s whimsical laughter with a kiss.
Chapter Forty-Five
PATIENCE
I peeked out the blinds and giggled.
“Is my brother still out there pacing around the vehicle like a caged tiger at the zoo?”
My gaze left Jett, who was doing exactly what she said, and went to Ruby who’d come up beside me. “Yup.”
It had been two weeks since the Fourth of July party, and we’d finally made plans to all get together at Alley’s for a sleepover. I was so happy to be with the ladies and finally dive into one of their overnight gatherings.
But my husband wasn’t so thrilled.
“I don’t know if it’s the calls or if he just didn’t want to spend the evening without me,” I told her.
Ruby’s face turned down. “I hate that someone is harassing you.”
I bit the inside of my cheek. “It’s not really harassing. They don’t say or do anything.”
As the words left my mouth, I realized it didn’t matter, though. That many hang up calls is not only annoying, but also unnerving, and my sister confirmed that my thoughts were right on the money.
“Doesn’t matter. They are still harassing you.”
Letting the blinds drop, I turned to the now-gathering group of women who were all listening to our conversation, drinks in most of their hands.
“When Gyth didn’t have luck tracking the calls since they came from a burner phone, my overbearing husband decided we were changing my phone number.”
We wondered if it was Chaz, pissed off that he had to drop the custody case, because who else would be mad at me? But there was no evidence of that.
Summer’s face fell. “My husband was truly pissed that he wasn’t able to track anything down.”
Teal frowned. “And someone using a burner is a bit worrisome, don’t you think?”
“Of course it is,” Gemma stated. “Look around at what we’ve all been through.”
Capri, who was standing next to Gemma, swatted at her arm. “Way to put the scare into her,” she said, obviously seeing the worried expression that had formed on my face.
I tried to wave them off, pushing the tad of fear aside. “At least they stopped now.”
“Calm down, ladies. Nobody will bother us here with the men outside and these bad boys inside,” Alley claimed.
There were, in fact, no bad boys inside; she’d been referring to her line of bats next to the door. The woman was very serious about her collection—an impressive one, I must say.
“Did someone say bad boys?” Lake asked as she, River, and London walked into the room from the kitchen.
London waved her drink in the air. “We were making drinks, so hopefully we didn’t miss them.”
When the other two women raised their drinks, I noticed that while they all looked to have margaritas, River had an odd look on her face at the announcement of drinks.
Huh. Wonder what that is about?
“Sorry about your luck, ladies. Alley was talking about her bats,” Brinley told the trio.
Lake pouted adorably. “Well, damn. I thought someone ordered entertainment.”
“I got my own bad boy,” River said smugly. “I’m good.”
