“Yeah.”
He nodded and grabbed my wrist, towing me to the couch where he pushed me down and climbed into my lap. “Good. Let me drink this coffee in peace before shit hits the fan.”
9
Drew
You knowone thing I’m not going to miss when I retire?
The fucking headlines.
People are nosy pieces of crap, you know that? Who the hell takes a video of an eleven-year-old girl getting harassed and then almost kidnapped instead of helping?
Pieces of crap, that’s who.
And even worse, media outlets trying to paint an almost-seventeen-year-old boy as a villain because he tackled the person trying to steal his sister. I don’t give a damn if it was a woman. Someone had to stop her, and everyone else was too busy taking notes for headlines and payouts to do anything.
If any of those kids got hurt during that ice cream debacle, I’d be suing everyone. I could do it. I had connections.
Thankfully, the kids weren’t hurt. At least physically. Mentally was a whole other story.
“Calm down,” T murmured, using his large hands to massage the tense muscles in my shoulders. “The kids are with us, and everything is under control.”
“You think Lolo had nightmares last night?” I worried, thinking of Andi still asleep in our bed with Ketchup.
Trent reached around and tugged the phone from my grip, clearing all the asinine headlines I was staring at to pull up Romeo’s number. He continued massaging my neck with one hand while waiting for Romeo to pick up.
A moment later, I heard his muffled voice.
“How’s Lolo this morning?” Trent got right to it. “She have any trouble sleeping last night?”
I heard him answer but couldn’t make out what he said.
Trent cursed quietly, and my stomach dropped because I knew that meant my niece had a night just like my daughter.
“Yeah, Andi too,” Trent replied. Then, “I know.”
Romeo said something else, and Trent made a sound. “Is she? Yeah, count us in. Okay, yeah. See you then.”
Trent ended the call and tossed the phone beside him on the couch.
I started to turn, but both his hands landed on my shoulders and started massaging again. I groaned and hung my head.
“Lolo didn’t sleep well either,” Trent said. “After we talk to the cops, they’re taking her down to one of Rim’s shelters to pick out a puppy.”
“Braeden is going to love that,” I mused.
“It will give her something else to focus on. Puppies make everything better. At least according to Rimmel.”
“You told Romeo we’d go,” I said knowingly.
“Yeah.” He was slightly sheepish.
“How the hell are you so calm right now?” I wondered, my voice going husky when he squeezed a particularly tight spot at the base of my neck.
“Oh, I’m pissed,” he refuted.
“You’re planning a trip to get a puppy and giving me a massage.”
