“I know, but the club sticks together and we, the outsiders, will never win. You have to be careful what you say.”
“You really are a lawyer.”
I cocked my head. “Thank you.”
“That wasn’t a compliment,” she grumbled.
“I know,” I replied. “I’m going to take my makeup off. How about you make all of this up to me and make us grilled cheese sandwiches?”
“Fine,” she breathed out and climbed off my bed. “But you get only one kind of cheese.”
I chuckled and stepped into my bathroom while she went off to make our snack.
Tate
Hayden had just opened a bottle of wine when the doorbell rang, and I checked the front door camera to see Flash outside.
“I’ll make myself scarce,” Hayden said, reaching for the bottle.
“Nope,” I said, smacking her hand, and dragging her out of the kitchen. “No treat for you until this whole mess is over.”
“Aw, Mom,” she moaned, stomping up the stairs.
I pulled open the front door and forced myself not to lick my lips. “You have two minutes.”
Flash wore dark jeans, motorcycle boots, and a tight, black, ribbed Henley. He was stunning.
He frowned. “Thought I was taking you to dinner.”
“I never agreed to that.” I waved my hand. “Come in. Let’s get this over with.”
“Where is everyone?” he asked, walking inside.
“Mom and Dad have date night and Hayden is hiding.” I crossed my arms. “Your two minutes start now.”
“I did not sleep with Madison.”
