“That’s like telling the sun to stop shining.”
“True.” He leaned down and kissed me gently.
“But I love Wrath for his attention. So does Teddy.”
“Okay, sweet girl, time for bed,” Sundance said, and settled Reagan in her crib, leaning in to kiss her cheek.
I did the same and then we left the room, grabbing the baby monitor and turning off the light.
“Were your other kids this easy to put down?” I whispered as we made our way downstairs.
“Orion, yes…Drake, sort of…Violet, hell no,” he said.
“Which is so funny because Violet will sleep anywhere,” I pointed out, pulling his dinner out of the oven and setting it on the island. “Careful, this plate is hot.”
“Thanks, baby.”
I handed him a beer and grabbed a bottled water, sitting beside him while he ate.
“How was church?”
“Good.”
I sighed. “Right, specific questions…”
He smiled, continuing to eat.
“Did you deal with Sonja? If so, how? If not, why?”
Sonja had heightened her assault on us over the past year, so much so, I’d actually had a public argument with her after yoga, which was totally unlike me.
She’d been trying to threaten me with photos of Sundance and some other woman in compromising positions. The date stamp on the photos were obviously doctored, and I knew this because it was the day of our baby shower, and he’d been with me the entire day. Come to find out, the photos were real, but they’d been taken about five years ago at a club party, and neither the woman, nor Sundance, had known they were being taken.
Sundance had been pissed, mostly at her because she was a cunt, but also partly at me because I was six-months-pregnant at the time and punched Sonja square in her nose.With the exception of the douchebag who’d harassed Teddy in the restaurant, I had never hit anyone before, and in my hormonal state, I blamed him for showing me how to deliver the most damage with the least amount of force.
“Yes. With a little help from Rabbit out of Savannah, she’s had a few outstanding warrants which got her thrown in County for the moment. I’m thinkin’ if she wants to make a deal, it’ll involve staying the fuck away from the club and anyone associated with it, or she’ll be in a world of hurt.”
“Who’s Rabbit?”
“He’s with the Dogs of Fire in Georgia. Computer genius. Even more skilled than Booker,” he said, then took a swig of beer.
“Booker’s in Portland, right?”
“Yeah. VP under Hatch.”
I sighed. “We need a hacker.”
“We do.”
“You could always patch Isla in.”
Sundance laughed. “No chicks in the band, baby, but bring her to a family night. Maybe she’ll hack her way into one of the brother’s pants.”
“I’m not sure I want to add pimp to my business cards.”
He chuckled and focused back on his food.
“What about Louisa?”
