Bishop grins and pushes himself up. “I’m going to head home. Holler if anything changes.”
“Will do.” I walk back to the kitchen after he leaves.
There’s plenty of time to cook before Creed wakes up. Maybe I’ll make a frittata or something that involves vegetables…
That woman just won’t get out of my head…
***
“Morning, Dad.” Creed walks out in zombie mode, with his hair standing on end and his eyes mostly closed. “When did you get home?”
“About an hour ago.” I grab a bowl of fruit from the fridge that I chopped up.
“And you spent the whole time cooking?”
Basically. “Everything go okay yesterday?”
“Yeah. Bishop made this amazing beef stroganoff with mushrooms and sliced ribeye. It was so good. I might be spoiled now when you make yours with ground beef.” Creed fills his cup up to the rim. As he moves, it teeters on dumping out, but he makes it to the stool without issue. “Did the club thing go okay?”
We didn’t share the details, but everyone in the club knew something went down last night. “Just fine. It was boring. About that. I met this kid on Willow Street. I offered to teach him to ride a bike, but I thought you two might be friends.”
Creed’s cup stops midway, and we both watch, waiting for it to spill.
“Why?”
My boy doesn’t blindly trust anyone, even me. “The kid is smart.”
“Smart?”
“Yeah, he’s like you: above average, and he knows it.”
Creed grins. “Cool.”
The timer goes off, and I pull out the frittata. The perfectly golden pie filled with veggies and cheese makes my mouth water.
Even Greer would be impressed. “I noticed you didn’t want to share anything about what happened yesterday at Greer’s house.”
Creed nods.
“Why?” The reason you went in was to find out all the dirt.
“It didn’t seem right to talk about their private conversation.”
That boy impresses me more and more with his maturity every day. “I can respect that.”
“Dad, those women were…amazing. It’s like they’re a little sisterhood. You know, like Chaos. They seem to be theirown little group. But you should watch out for Winnie. She’s the scary one…or maybe that’s Ottilie. She seems quiet and reserved, and then all of a sudden, she’ll say or do something to completely throw you off balance.”
Between what Maddox and Creed have said, it’s impossible not to believe that Greer is loyal and trustworthy. Someone you can rely on. “You’re going to grow up having friends like that.”
Creed nods. “That’s the best part about you being in Children of Chaos and knowing I will be, eventually.”
“I’ve got to find a way to apologize to Greer,” the words just pop out of my mouth.
“Yeah, you do.” He grabs a knife and cuts off a slice of the frittata.
“How do you think I should do it? Do you think she’d like flowers or jewelry?”
Creed—my oh so humble son—snorts. “Yesterday at the party, one of her friends brought champagne.”
