“Put her down. We have our own doctors,” Keir orders, but I don’t listen and carry her out anyway.
Lucas moves to hold the door open as Keir follows behind, knowing full well I’m not about to do as he says right now.
“She needs a doctor.Now.”
“Fuck.” He walks up and puts out his arms.
“Give her to me, and I’ll take her. You and Lucas go to Adora.”
I pass our mother to him, and we make our way back to the car while Keir places Mom gently in the car, and Piper climbs in to go with him.
“So, looks like we are off to kill your wife’s husband. And in case you were confused, that’s not you.”
“You should have gone with Keir.”
“I don’t do well in hospitals.” He smiles. “Something about all that sterile stuff makes me cutty.”
“Youmakemecutty.”
“See, we have so much in common. This is a bromance I never expected to happen. Two bros off to kill another bro, who just so happens to have fucked your wife.” I groan at his words. “But you know… not your real wife, your fake wife.”
“Lucas.”
“Yeah?”
“Shut the fuck up.”
“Okay, on one condition.”
“What?”
We get into the car.
“I get to perform your wedding ceremony.”
“Fuck no.”
“Okay, well… did you ever hear the nursery rhyme, “Ring Around the Rosie”?” he asks, and that’s just about all I can handle.
“Fuck, whatever.”
“Cool! I’ll get my minister license, and you two can fuck and get married again. Maybe this time, your wife won’t look like she needs to puke when you’re near her.”
“She didn’t want to—” Then I remember, yes, she did.
“Yeah, this time, she will want those dirty hands all over her body.”
“For God’s sake, Lucas, shut up!”
TWENTY-SEVEN
ADORA
After I stitched him up, we went out and pretended to be nice to each other. The nanny, Magina, has hardly said a word, except when spoken to by Scott.
He has her under his thumb, just the way he likes them. I guess that’s what pissed him off about me. Not being able to have me like that.
That was never going to happen.