“Okay, we’re done here. I’m not coming back to work, so you all need to leave, and don’t return. I’m grateful for what I learned at Cavanagh Sale, but I won’t work where I’m not respected again.”
“What she said,” Birdie added.
Sebastian opened his mouth, but Blue cut him off.
“Nothing you say will change my mind. Leave now.”
“You heard what she said. Leave, or our brothers will be out here, and between us all, we’ll throw you off the property,” Birdie said.
“This is not done, Blue,” Sebastian said.”
“It is. Now go.”
Finally, they did, climbing back into their rental and driving away. But she knew this was only the beginning of them trying to get her drawings because when Sebastian Cavanagh wanted something, he usually got it.
Not this time, buddy.
“Thank you,” Blue said, hugging her little sister close and then just holding on.
“You doing okay?”
“Peachy.”
“Now I know that’s a lie,” Birdie said, cupping her cheeks.
“Did you hear that our idiot brothers went after Jay and bruised his face?”
“I did hear that, and let me tell you, Sawyer is not happy about it. He thinks of Jay as his little brother, like Dan,” Birdie said.
“I’m tired, and there are too many people in this house, Birdie.” Blue sighed.
“I know you are, but it will get easier. You can come live with us if you want to.”
“No, thanks. You have Sawyer and a child, and no offense to Sadie, but I doubt it’s any less noisy. Especially if all those Dukes pop in and out.”
“There is that. Now let’s go in and drink and eat, and we can chew out Lynx and Finch some more.”
They heard the sound of running feet, but Blue’s money was on Birdie catching her brothers.
“Love you, Blue Jay.”
“Love you, too, Birdie,” Blue said, kissing her sister on the cheek.
“Unlike my Neanderthal brothers, I know it takes two to create a child.”
Blue really did need to move out of here and find a place. She just had to work out where she wanted to live and how she was going to support herself and the baby—and then there was Jay.
Chapter 21
Looking at his watch as car lights flashed across his living room wall, Jay noted it was past nine.
He’d been lying on the sofa, watching something explode on television, but he couldn’t have told anyone what the show was about. Swinging his legs off the couch he muted the TV.
It was probably a Duke. Or someone attached to them. They had a way of appearing when you least expected it.
He opened the front door.
The McAllister van idled at the curb, exhaust puffing into the cold night air. The passenger door opened, and Blue climbed out, wearing pink sweats and an oversized hoodie, her hair piled on top of her head in a messy knot.
