“Okay. You sure you don’t need me to soothe your worries?”
“I’m sure. Have some fun.” He smiled as she pranced out of the room, then pulled himself up and locked the door. Taking out his phone, he noticed his mother had called him a few times. It must have been when he was at Mount Hesperus. He dialed her number.
“Shimá.” He and his siblings had always used the Navajo word for mother.
“How’s Chenoa? I’ve been worried all night,” she said.
“Yeah, sorry about that. I should’ve called you. She pulled through. She was damn lucky she got to the hospital when she did.”
“It was her caseworker. Where was Mika? The lady said that she couldn’t get a hold of her. When I think what would’ve happened had she not been there….” Her voice broke.
“Yeah. We were lucky. I’m beat,Shimá. After I see Chenoa tomorrow, I’ll come by your place.”
“Okay. Do you have the caseworker’s phone number? I want to call and thank her.”
“I don’t. Mika has it. Call her in the morning and get it from her. Go on to sleep now. It’s late.” He hung up the phone, switched off the lights, and positioned his chair toward the window, staring out into the blackness as he brought the bottle to his lips.
The social worker’s face jumped into his mind. He smiled when he remembered how defiant she looked when she challenged him. He had to give her credit for not backing down.She had a nice ass and a decent rack.He shook his head and took another sip of tequila.She was actually damn pretty. What the fuck was her name? Brenda?
When he’d first entered the room, he was shocked to see her with his daughter. And the first time he saw her electric blue eyes, he was taken aback. He’d never seen such a beautiful shade of blue before, and coupled with her long golden hair, her sexy curves, and her full lips, he would’ve taken a taste of her if the circumstances had been different.
Then she told him she was a government worker, and his lust blazed into anger. There was no way he’d want anything to do with her; she was the establishment, and that didn’t sit well with him. He swallowed another drink.But she sure is pretty. Fucking sexy.And the way she looked at him when he’d come into the room made his dick go hard. Her face gave her away, and he knew if he wanted it, he could have her in his bed in a couple of days. He’d give her the best fucking she’d ever had. But he had no intention of doing it. He didn’t needher, and even if she begged him—which he was damned sure she would end up doing—he wouldn’t have anything to do with her. She was the worst kind of citizen—a government employee.Shewas the reason Chenoa couldn’t come to the clubhouse and visit him.
Anger rode up his spine and he pushed the bottle away. He should fuck the know-it-all county worker and then never touch her again.It would serve her right.
Shit, I’ve had too damn much to drink.He stumbled over to his bed and flopped down. Closing his eyes, strands of hair as gold as sunshine danced in front of him until he passed out.
