Fuck.
The house she’d fallen in love with online had fallen through, so she’d asked the agent to be on the lookout for her. Of course, she could leave early in the morning, arrive in Nampa by one at the latest, and be home by nine, if she didn’t stay past three.
Kendall: I will be there. Thank you.
Evan Marks: See you then.
Phone in hand, she started toward the door that led to the hallway.
Johnnie walked in from the dining room, swept her with a look, then zeroed in on her phone. “Am I interrupting?”
“No.”
He looked at her as if he expected her to gointo detail.
When she didn’t, he glared at her.
“I thought you were in your bedroom.”
Stalking to her, he narrowed his eyes. “I haven’t been in my fucking bedroom for weeks. I’ve been in a guestroom.”
He’d been in a servant’s room, but she decided not to point that out, since he’d chosen it. “What would you like for dinner?”
“What are you cooking?”
“Nothing. I’m ordering out. I still have a lot of work…” At his stiffening, she trailed her voice off. “I didn’t have the time to cook today.”
“Of course you don’t,” he said bitterly. “We aren’t your top priority.”
“Can we not get into this tonight? It’s been a long fucking week. I can do without your fucking bullshit.”
“Mybullshit, Kendall? That’s rich coming from you.”
If she kept falling for his bait, the argument would devolve into a screaming match and go on forever. It would also alert their children, and they were going through enough. Blade was the only one who wasn’t mired in turmoil. He was a toddler and too young to understand.
“I was thinking about ordering a pizza, Johnnie. Will an extra-large do or would you prefer I order personal sizes for everyone?”
He studied her, then walked to the kitchen table and sat. “I’ll apologize to you, if you apologize to me.”
Instead of falling for Johnnie’s tactics, she should’ve walked out. After so many weeks of fuckery and recent additions to that fuckery, Kendall wondered why Johnnie was suddenly offering an olive branch.
She followed him to the table, though she remained standing. “What am I apologizing for?”
Cold anger burned in his eyes. “You know what the fuck you did.”
“According to you, motherfucker, my list of crimes is long and varied. Please tell me to which one you refer so I can say ‘fuck you’ and get on with my night.”
“Your affair.”
Sure she’d misheard, she blinked. “My what?”
“Don’t fucking play dumb. After I saw you arriving at the club on the back of Mortician’s bike, I investigated and discovered the truth. I know you went away with him.”
“I did, but it wasn’t to sleep with him, jackass.”
“As if you’d admit it.”
Kendall folded her arms. “I’m notyou. The only reason you think I’m fucking Outlaw and Mortician is because of whoyouwant to fuck.”
