He picks up a plate with some leftover eggs on it, takes a sip of coffee, and then a forkful of eggs.
"Or?" I ask dangerously.
He points the fork at me and drains his cup. "Or is there trouble in paradise?"
I take the energy drink and open it, drinking some.
I scroll through some local restaurants on the app, place a bunch of orders, and give him the side-eye as I stomp off to let Con know the orders are coming and to take them upstairs and leave them just inside the room.
Then I come back down, and Cade's wearing his shit-eating grin. His phone is propped up so I can see his wife, Vi.
"Cade says you're in trouble with your girl?"
"It's being handled," I growl.
She smiles. "Like you did in Cancun?"
I point at her in her office clothes. "You weren't there. And we don't talk about Cancun."
Vi sniffs. "You two don't, but I do. Anyway—" Off camera, someone hands her a file, "—if you want advice, come to me, not Cade or Silas or even Zayne. Me."
She turns off the call.
"I hate you," I say to Cade and start to head down to the secure basement. "Now let's get to fucking work."
Lola glowers at me. "Yesterday, you brought me eggs."
"That you fucking threw at me."
"And then you sent up food. All day. Sent your sister to me for dinner?—"
"To have dinner with you so you weren't alone."
It was more Lyndall's idea than mine. If anyone should be miffed, it's me. Lyndall likes to spend all her time with Lola, and that can hurt a man.
But I take it.
"I don't need babysitters sent to me. I need freedom."
"She's not a babysitter, Lola. Jesus. And you're not a prisoner. I'm keeping you safe."
"You know that's insane, right?"
Something snaps in my chest. "As insane as wanting the man she hates to fuck her?"
"I don't—" She stops and storms up to me. "Hate sex is at least something to do. I'll even do what I have to get you to visit me. That's how desperate I am."
Those words draw blood. "So you're desperate now? If you want to see me, ask."
"Would you even come?"
"I've had a lot of shit to do, and I'm not even sure you want me here. You just want me miserable."
"Oh?" She laughs and shakes her head. "I make you miserable?"
"Yes."
Lola shoves me. "Then let me go."
