It wasn’t going to be over until Aaron Gibbs was six feet in the ground. Even if Birdie managed to get the fucker fired, I was still going to kill him. Birdie wouldn’t need to know. “We’ll try this your way, Birdie, but just know if he so much as looks at you wrong, I will fucking kill him.”
“Easy,” she whispered. “calm down, handsome.” She stroked my cheek and pressed soft, delicate kisses to my lips.
“No one ever lays a finger on you, Birdie. Not ten years ago, and sure as fuck not when I’m in your life.”
“Thank you,” she cooed. “Thank you for listening to me.”
I wrapped my arms tightly around her and pressed her to my chest.
I had been through hell the past few days, but that didn’t compare to Birdie having to live through that asshole and now having him walk back into her life.
Birdie could think she was going to handle Aaron Gibbs, but I was going to get the final say.
Aaron Gibbs was a dead man walking.
Chapter Sixteen
Birdie
Are you dressed?
I squinted at my phone and groaned. It is eight o’clock on my day off. No, I am not dressed.
Get dressed.
I was going to kick Greta’s butt. Last night had been emotional and draining, and all I wanted to do was sleep until noon and then go see Easy.
That was it.
No. I didn’t have it in me to argue with Greta. I barely had enough energy to keep my eyes open.
Don’t make me do this.
The dramatics of Greta was exhausting sometimes. I just want to sleep, Greta. Please.
I dropped my phone on the nightstand and pulled the comforter over my head. “Please let her get the message that I am not leaving my bed,” I mumbled.
A loud banging sounded on the front door, and I jackknifed out of bed. “Are you kidding me?” I cried. I tossed back the covers and stomped down the hallway to the front door.
I swung it open, and my words were out of my mouth before registering who was on my front step. “Do you not understand what no means?” I screamed. “I just want to sleep!”
“Uh, I’m sorry, Birdie,” Gwen cringed. “Greta told me you were ready to go.”
I closed my eyes and prayed for the ground to open up beneath me and swallow me whole. Nothing like yelling at the mom of the guy you are dating. “I’m sorry,” I winced. “I thought you were going to be Greta.”
A horn honked, and I stepped to the side to see Greta in a car parked in my driveway. “I warned you,” she called.
“Uh, you mentioned you have the day off today, and we thought maybe you would want to go to the farmer’s market with us,” Gwen suggested. “The rest of the girls are going to meet us there.”
Oh, my God. I was going to kill Greta. “Um, I’d love to go, but I need to get dressed.”
Gwen smiled and looked me up and down. “I assumed. Greta and I can go get a coffee and be back in ten minutes.”
“No, no,” I called. I stepped back and motioned for her to come inside. “You don’t have to go buy coffee. I can make you some.” It wouldn’t take me long to get ready and making Gwen coffee was the least I could do after yelling at her.
“Greta,” Gwen called, “get your cookies in here, girl. Birdie still has to get dressed.”
Greta turned off the car and jogged up the sidewalk. “How are you not awake?” she asked.
