“Ugh.” She’s right. “I’m done for a while. If you catch me looking at a man, slap me.”
“I would if I thought I was going to get to see much of you over the next couple of weeks.”
I frown. “Why wouldn’t you?”
“You chose a hotel over my place. You told me you foresee many early mornings and late nights at work for weeks. I don’t know when you’ll have time for me.”
I grin. “You’ve become needy in your old age, big sister. I told you the reason I chose the hotel is because it’s close to work and they’re paying for it. The fact you’re in the middle of painting your house is another good reason for me to stay away. I don’t do well with paint fumes.”
My phone rings again and I pick it up straight away, determined to give Angus a piece of my mind. “Angus. Stop. I told you—”
“Zara.”
Shit, it’s not Angus.
“King.”
“Where are you?”
“I’m with Holly. I just found an apartment to rent.”
“You’re free now?”
“Um, not really.” Not if you want me to come to the clubhouse.
“Either you are or you aren’t.” He uses his firm tone with me.
“I am,” I say softly, wishing I didn’t respect him so damn much. If I didn’t, I’d just lie to him and get out of doing whatever he wants me to do.
“Come to the clubhouse. Your mother is here.”
“Okay.”
The line goes dead and I eye Holly who’s watching me with a knowing look.
“We’re going to the clubhouse?” she asks.
I nod and don’t even bother to send a prayer up for Fury to not be there. He will be there. I know it for a fact. With everything going on, there’s not one club member who isn’t there today. King’s law. And he’s been laying that law down a lot lately.
30
Fury
* * *
“Christ, Lynette, I’m about to leave now and bring him over,” I say into my phone as it rests between my ear and my shoulder so I can change Noah’s pants.
“I was expecting you ten minutes ago. I have stuff to do, you know? I don’t sit around waiting for you to grace me with your damn presence.”
God fucking help me. If she wasn’t the mother of my child, this conversation would be going a lot differently. Hell, we wouldn’t even be having this conversation, because I wouldn’t have anything to do with her.
“Noah, stay still please,” I say, trying like fuck to keep him where I need him. He’s full of energy today and proving to be more of a handful than usual. Then to Lynette, I say, “I’ll see you in about twenty minutes.”
Putting the phone down, I finish getting him into clean pants after a toileting accident.
“I wanna go play,” Noah says, busting his ass to get back to playing with all the kids.
“No can do, little man. We’ve gotta get you to Mummy.” I scoop him up and throw the backpack with all his shit in it over my shoulder.