“No, you didn’t! You started rapid firing about them. Girl, you are so far out of sorts! First up, if you’re hovering in a heat peak, I’m couriering a Unity pack to you. Are you going to the club house? I can’t remember if you and Koz were staying with King.” Heidi gets her serious momma-bear vibe going on, which helps me chill. Another confirmation that my heat is coming. If it wasn’t, Heidi and I would be bickering lovingly at each other.
I blow a big steadying breath out before answering, “Yeah. I guess I’m now. I never asked where we were staying actually.”
“Where’s King?” Tris asks. No crap, she’s always asking me how King is. I’m starting to think she has the hots for Dad which is not something I really want to think about.
“Koz and Dad are being held for questioning. Actually, I better go, I need to call our lawyers.” A slight edge of panic hits again.
“Pfft, girl, you are way more important. Shit, if those men can’t manage on their own for half an hour while we sort this crap out, I’ll come down and give them a right bloody talking to.” Heidi gets all blustery in her spike of protectiveness.
“Okay, momma-bear, what do I do?”
Sim gasps, but Heidi is the one who keeps dishing out directions. “First up, fucking eat a box of suppressants at least until you’ve got your heat survival pack. Holy shit. What are they doing now? Are the three of them still there?”
“Hang on, what do the three of them look like?” Tris interrupts, and you can hear excitement in her voice. She barely finishes speaking and Heidi and Sim are backing her up, wanting all the deets.
“Talon is a police officer.”
“Serious? Does he wear a uniform?” Heidi asks all breathy. She’s not called Heidi Ho for nothing.
“Kind of. Well yeah, mostly.”
“Hot or not?” Tristan interrupts before I can say another word.
But then I interrupt her. “Tris, he’s an asshole. Kind of hot though.”
“Raney…” Sim moans.
“Okay, smoking hot, but I’m not lying about the asshole thing.”
“Hayes?” she asks, and I can hear the smirk on her face.
I relax back in my seat, getting distracted feeding all the guy goss to my girls. “Hayes is a little fucking cutie, actually. He’s got this edgy look now, taller, covered in tattoos.”
“But?” Tris asks, picking up on my slight hesitation.
“He did a runner as soon as he saw me. Like straight out the door. Gone.”
“Okay, so Talon and Hayes are in the Wanker Bin at least until we figure the rest out. But Colt?” Tris goes on, getting more insistent in her quest for finding out about the guys. And I can hear the girls waiting with bated breath right next to her too.
“Puck.” I say.
“Fuck?” she snaps back.
“Yeah, that’s what I said.”
Simona gasps in shock, “You asked him to fuck, Raney? Holy shit, that’s a little forward, don’t you think? Slow down, girl!”
“Oh Jesus, take the wheel, you bitches are crazier than I am. You guys are acting nuts.”
“Err, no, we all just got back from inner reflection and Kegel meditation,” Tris snorts and I can imagine my other Scorned Girls nodding their heads agreeing with her.
“I thought you were in heat.”
“Spiked it, baby.”
“Tris, you can’t keep doing that.”
“Settle down, Mother Vaginamite. What the actual shit… we’ve got more pressing things to discuss, like Colt,” she says tartly.
