“Give me the phone.”
I handed him my phone and he put it to his ear. “You gonna pick Felix up? Yeah. Good. You need to stop sayin’ shit to your sister that upsets her. You got a problem with something to do with me, you bring it to me. Leave her out of it.” He frowned, then smirked. “Name the place and the time, asshole. Jesus Christ, Luca, you don’t know what the fuck you’re talkin’ about, so it might be good for you to shut the fuck up. I thought he was in surgery. Jesus. Whatever, Luca, we did the right thing, so you need to calm the fuck down.”
I groaned, dropping my face in my hands.
“Glad you’re hearin’ me. Fuck you too,” he said, and handed me back my phone.
It appeared he’d hung up on Luca, so I frowned up at him. “Who’s in surgery and what did you mean by ‘did the right thing’?”
“Not answerin’ that, Breezy.”
“How are we going to get past this hostility, Noah? I can’t have you and my brother at each other’s throats.”
“You’re gonna need to take that up with him. I’m not the one who has the problem, unless he’s fuckin’ with you, Felix or my club,” he said. “If he calms the fuck down, the problem’ll be eliminated.”
I’d argue with him, but he was probably right. My brother had that effect on people. It was partly because he was a cop, but mostly because he liked to dig at people. It was probably what made him a good detective, but it made things difficult when he decided he didn’t like someone. He and Maria butted heads all the time, and I watched and vowed I’d never date someone Luca disapproved of. I didn’t plan on falling for the epitome of everything my brother hated.
“Hey,” Stoney said, sitting on the coffee table across from me and leaning his elbows on his knees. “We’ll figure this out.”
“I just don’t want to fall into the same trap Ria did. She and my brother were at each other’s throats at the end, and I don’t want to alienate my family in order to be with you.”
“You won’t, baby. We won’t let that happen.”
“I’m falling in love with you,” I whispered. “And I’m afraid Luca’s going to make me miserable because of it.”
His hands cupped my face and he leaned forward, kissing me gently. “I’m already there, baby, and I won’t let him fuck any of this up.”
I nodded, kissing him again. “Okay.”
“I need to take care of something. You okay here?”
I nodded. “Can I raid the pantry?”
“Yeah. Take whatever you want.”
“Thanks.”
He kissed me again and then walked out the back doors, and I made my way into the kitchen to see what there was to eat.
I had just set bread onto the island when Wyatt walked in before I could open the fridge to grab deli meat.
“Hi,” she said. “I didn’t know you were here today.”
I smiled. “I wasn’t supposed to be.”
“Uh-oh, everything okay?”
I shrugged. “I have no idea. Stoney won’t tell me what the hell is going on.”
She wrinkled here nose, settling her hands on her growing belly. “That’s the worst. It drives me mad when Sundance doesn’t disclose.”
I opened the fridge and pulled out turkey, cheese, and I even found a tomato. “Sandwich?”
“I’d love one, thanks. No tomato.”
I nodded and went in for mayo then liberally spread it on my bread. “Does he ever tell you?”
“After it’s over, yes,” Wyatt said, pulling a stool up to the island and taking a seat. “He’ll give me some information before...sometimes, but it’s rare. Afterwards, though, he’s pretty forthcoming with information.”
