“Her ex has been texting her.”
I stare at Paddy in shock while Seamus snorts with mirth.
“Jesus fuck,” he drawls. “Wearein fucking high school.”
Paddy ignores him, watching me carefully. Waiting for my reaction. What? Am I supposed to rant and rave? I’m not some kid with a crush.
“Andie can text whoever she wants,” I say stiffly. Except we agreed last night that she was my woman and she wouldn’t be touching anyone else. For some reason, the blood pumping through my veins turns ice-cold, my heart sinking. Jesus fuck, what’s that all about?
Paddy shrugs, still looking awkward. “Andie isn’t texting him. Apparently, the prick is harassing her.”
What? Sincewhen? I’m not fucking cold anymore. Anger is coursing through me. Whatever is broadcast on my face, Seamus has abandoned his seat and his iPad as he and Paddy physically restrain me.
“You should probably talk to Andie about it before you go and kill the cunt,” Paddy grunts.
Fuckingwhywould I doanythingbefore killing the cunt who is harassingmywoman? Especially after he dumped her, kicked her out, and made her fuckinghomeless. Jesus fuck. I should have killed himbeforehe was able to harass her.
“Paddy, take him home to Andie. That’ll cool him off,” Seamus snorts. Paddy nods, and they manhandle me out to Paddy’s SUV, shoving me inside. Seamus leans against the door with all his weight until Paddy slings himself into the car, a clicking noise sounding. What. The. Fuck.
“Did you just fucking lock the doors?” I hiss at Paddy.
Laughing uproariously, he nods to Seamus and pulls out of the driveway. I’ve never been less amused in my life. I have no idea what this prick is laughing about.
“I don’t trust you not to throw yourself from a moving vehicle to find the cunt,” Paddy teases me. I flip him off. He’senjoyinghimself, the sick fucker.
“Why areyouso okay with one of Lauren’s friends being harassed?”
Paddy stops laughing immediately, his shoulders and neck tensing.
“I’m not,” he spits out, his knuckles turning white as he grips the steering wheel harder. “But she’snotjust Lauren’s little friend, is she?”
His mischievous grin is back, his eyes sliding sideways to me. “She’syourlittle lass.”
Paddy’s eyes spark like he remembers something, his lips twitching.
“D’you fall asleep cuddling her every night?”
My eyes widen as they snap to him and narrow suspiciously. Where is the prick going with this?
“Aye, I do.”
“D’you love her then?” Paddy asks. I choke on air.
“Love?” I manage through my hacking coughs. “What the fuck are you on about, Paddy?”
He snorts and looks smug, his mouth twisting into an evil grin.
“What does the lass’s hair smell like?”
“Mango and honey,” I answer promptly, nonplussed. “What’s that got to do with anything?”
Paddy is howling with laughter now, so I don’t think I will be getting anything more from him about how what Andie’s hair smells like has anything to do with me beingin lovewith her. Whatever the fuck that’s supposed to feel like.
“It looks like the lass is off to a business meeting,” Paddy drawls as we pull into my driveway, parking beside Andie’s navy blue sedan. I still need to organize her an SUV.
She is in the process of putting some containers into the car's trunk. Andshe is indeed dressed for a business meeting.
I’ve seen Andie in jeans and sweaters, dressed for clubbing, dinner parties, in her sundresses, and nothing at all. The last one is my favorite, Andie, but I’ve never seen her dressed likethis.