The asshole calls me.
The calls started that same day.
I am almost ready to tell him where to shove it, that I am not his errand boy. But I figure I better not test my luck. “Boss.”
“Get the fuck over here, Lucas,” he barks, then hangs up.
Chapter Twenty-Six
Chanel
Thankfully, my shift goes by fast, and I’m back earlier than I thought. Before I even bother changing, I drive past Sailor’s on my way home and decide to stop in. It’s been a while since I’ve seen her, and the last time didn’t go to plan. When I knock, it’s not Sailor who answers the door, it’s Keir with Wren on his hip. As soon as she sees me, she calls my name and reaches out for me. I take her, kissing her cute little chubby cheek.
“Oh my God, you are so big now.” She giggles.
“Why are you here, Chanel?” Keir asks, attempting to take Wren back, but she wraps her arms around my neck and holds on tight.
“I came to see your wife. See how she is.”
“So, your memory is back.”
I nod, and he locks eyes with me. I have to look away when he does.
“Chanel.” I shift toward the sound of Sailor’s voice. “Come in. I just put bub down to sleep so I’m free for some wine if you are.” I smile, and Keir backs up so I can step inside. Just as I do, footsteps come from behind me, and Adora is standing there.
“Adora,” I say, smiling. She gives me a kind smile back.
“Hey, didn’t expect to run into you.” She’s holding a large bag.
“Do you need help?” Keir asks. But he isn’t saying it to be nice. He’s saying it like he’s asking, What the fuck do you want?
“Sorry, I was just dropping this off to Sailor from Lucas.”
“What?” Sailor says, confused. “Lucas?”
Adora holds out the bag. “I believe it’s his apology. That’s all he said.”
Sailor takes the bag with a smile. “I know exactly what is in it. Shoes.” She claps her hands. “Thank you.”
Adora turns to leave.
“Bye.” I offer her a smile, and she gives me a wave before she takes off down the road.
“How do you know her?” Keir asks me.
“She owns the bookshop.”
“I never forget a face, and I know that face.” I don’t respond as I step inside, following Sailor as she takes her bag into the living room. She screams and claps her hands when she opens the box and takes out the shoes.
“They are so perfect. He is totally forgiven,” she gushes.
“It’s not that easy,” Keir says gruffly.
“I forgave you and married you because you bought me shoes. Are you telling me I shouldn’t have?” she jokes.
Keir walks over and wraps his hands around her waist. “Are you telling me it’s not because I ate your fucking pussy like a boss?”
She giggles and blushes, pushing away from him before she turns to me. “Sorry.”