“It sounds like you’re talking about Eden. If you are, it does concern me.”
“Like hell. You’re just some boyfriend—”
“Sylvie, enough,” Randall Rose admonishes. “We are planning on taking our daughter home.” He stands to his full height as if he’s trying to command the room.
“Which daughter?” I point at Sylvie. “Her? I think that’s a great idea.”
“Eden,” Serena responds.
“She is going home. Where she lives. With. Me.” I point at my chest. “Have you forgotten that?” Unwilling to discuss it anymore, I resume my trip back to the room.
“She’s coming home with her family.”
That Serena has balls, I’ll give her that much.
She shrinks a little under my gaze, but she doesn’t hide. “You can visit her whenever you want.” I snort at that. “She needs me. I can cook for her and take care of her until she’s—”
“That’s my job,” I snap. I could offer to let her visit whenever she wants, but I refuse. Eden can extend that invitation. It sure as hell won’t be me. If I never see these people again after today, I’d be fine with that.
“It’s not your job,” Randall replies. “She’sourdaughter.”
It’s on the tip of my tongue to tell them that she’s my fiancée, and in just a few days, she’ll be my wife, but I don’t. Eden said she wanted to tell them, and I will honor that.
“You can go,” Sylvie smirks at me.
“Really?” My question is directed at her parents. “And how is she going to rest in a house with an infant and two children? And what about that evil spawn you two sired?” I point at Sylvie, who has the brains to take a step back. “You’re going to have them under the same roof?”
“That is none of your business,” Randall says.
“It is my business. Have you asked Eden if she wants to go home with you?”
“We don’t need to ask,” Randall says. “She’s our child.”
“Yourchildis my—”
“Please don’t make me vomit.” Serena interrupts what I was going to say.
“I’m not wasting any more time talking to you people,” I announce. “Unlike you, I know where Eden is sleeping tonight.”
“She needs her family,” her mother implores.
“I am her family.”
“Oh, like hell. Why are you debating with him?” Sylvie points at me. “I told you not to let him have access to her.”
I toss the bag on the floor and take two steps. Randall intercepts me, but I shove him so hard he lands on one of the chairs. Sylvie backs up against the wall. Her mother tries to get between us, but I put my hand on the wall to block her. Dax rushes in from the other side and pushes me away.
“And who do you think was going to keep me away?”
She runs to her father.
“One more word, and I’ll make good on my threat and make you fucking disappear.”
“King, enough,” Dax whispers.
“Don’t threaten my daughter.”
“Sheriff, I promise you, it’s no threat. Tell her to shut the fuck up before I forget she’s a woman.”
