Me
You want me to add him to the group?
Nash
Fuck yes. If we have to fuckin’ be in it, he should too.
Me
Winter, I’ve just added you to the Brisbane chat group. Scott asked when you’ll be in Brisbane next.
Scott
Thanks, Birdie.
Scarlett
Oh, this is gold. I’m getting my popcorn ready.
Me
LOL, why?
Scarlett
You’ll see.
“Birdie,” Winter says as he enters our bedroom where I’m sitting on the bed texting. “What’s this chat group for?” He holds up his phone.
I place my phone down. “I’ll tell you in a minute. How did you go with Maddox?” Winter gave him half an hour to calm down before pulling him aside for a chat.
He sits on his side of the bed and takes his boots off. “He won’t talk to you like he did today again. He’ll also cut the swearing. And if he does either of those things, he knows he’ll lose more privileges than he’s got.”
“Did you find out more about what happened with him and Leia?”
Winter looks at me. “No.”
My eyes widen. “Why not?”
He stands and makes his way around the bed, heading for the en suite. “It didn’t come up.”
I follow him into the bathroom, standing behind him as he washes his hands. “You suck at this part of the job, just FYI.”
“This part of the job doesn’t involve prying into our kids’ lives, Birdie.”
“Yes, it does.”
“No, it involves giving them the space to come to us when they want to talk.” He turns to face me. “Now, this group chat. What the fuck is it for?”
“Scott asked me to ask you something. I figured it was easier just to add you to the group.”
He pulls his phone out of his pocket and looks at it. “Fifteen texts have come through in the time we just had that conversation. I’m not thinking I agree with you.”
I grin. Winter has a serious dislike of excessive texting. He’d rather just pick the phone up and call. I understand now why Scarlett was getting the popcorn. Stepping forward, I pat his chest, still grinning, and say, “You better check them. The guys might be asking you more questions.”
I turn to exit the bathroom but Winter grabs my hand and stops me. Pulling me to him, he curves his hand over my ass and says, “What’s for dinner?”
