“Mother!”
I saw Kit smirk and it was now that I realized he could hear her side of the conversation also.
“Put it on speaker phone.”
I groaned, she’d done this with a few of the other boys and they’d fallen in love with my mom instantly. She just had a way with men. I clicked the speaker phone button and held the phone out in front of me.
I held my forehead in my palm. “There, you’re on speaker.”
“Hello?”
Kit chuckled. “Hello, ma’am.”
“Why, hello young man. What might your name be?”
“Kit, ma’am.”
“Please don’t ma’am me, my parents gave me a name for a reason. I’m Helen,” she had her stern mom voice on already. “What are your intentions for my lovely daughter, Kit?”
I groaned again, but Kit just laughed as he watched the road. “Just want to keep her safe, Helen.”
“Why is she not safe?” my mother growled and I could tell it was more directed at me for not sharing that tidbit of information.
“She will be as long as she’s with me.”
“Harmony Hope Jones—”
I glared at Kit. “Mom, it’s okay. I’m fine.”
“I will not hesitate to come down there and bring Storm, Vandal, and the other boys with me to drag you back here if need be.” I flushed, those boys and my mom had a strange love slash hate relationship. Probably because she had the job of keeping them in line and out of trouble, and they could be as troublesome as bad boys come. But what I did know was that they wouldn’t hesitate to come down here and help her drag me back with them – clubhouse full of bikers, be damned.
“Mom, I’m going now. I’m fine, honestly. Kit will look after me. I’ll call you tomorrow.”
I knew I wasn’t going to pacify her, but she let me off. “Fine. Tomorrow, Harmony. I love you.”
“I love you too, Mama.”
I hung up and continued to palm my forehead. “Thanks for that,” I muttered.
“Who are Storm and Vandal?” Kit managed to grit out.
“I told you. My mom is the publicist for a famous band. Storm and Vandal are band members.”
“You have something going on with them?”
I pointed him with narrowed eyes. “And if I did?”
“Harmony…” he growled deeply.
“Will you just drive? I can’t be fucked with this right now to be quite honest,” I said, sighing in exasperation.
“We’ll be talking,” he said quietly.
I rolled my eyes. “I’m sure we will.”