“Maybe he will.”
“Maybe who will what?”
Gentry.
“Maybe her dog will get better. But he won’t get better at my place of work,” Odin grumbled. “Why are you wearing so much glitter?”
Gentry flicked his fingers at Odin, and flecks spread through the air to land on his torso.
Odin winced.
“Kids, especially girl kids, come with a lot of glitter,” he informed us. “And for some reason, Major’s grandkids are all dressed in glitter dresses with glitter in their hair and on their nails, and they want to share it with everyone.” He paused. “Why would Neo ever come to your place of work?”
Odin tipped his beer bottle in my direction. “Because I just offered your fake wife a job.”
“She’s my wife,” Gentry growled. “No need to add fake to it.”
The vehemence in his voice took me off guard.
He looked like he was about ready to fight his club brother.
Apparently Odin was very hard to get along with at the best of times. But I hadn’t thought he’d said anything offensive enough to get Gentry’s hackles this raised…
“Huh.” Odin’s eyes sparkled. He was enjoying pissing Gentry off. “Well, seems to me like she’s been wandering for twenty minutes looking for you, and not once did you come and greet her. Seems to me, if she was a real wife, you would’ve clocked her the moment she pulled into the property and been at her side. Instead, you were sitting there talking to one of those club women with her clean clothes hanging from your arm.” Odin leaned forward. “Let me tell you something. No one, and I do mean no one, likes to wear their dirty clothes from the hospital longer than they have to.”
Silence.
But then he turned to me with a frown, his mouth opening and closing as if he’d forgotten completely that he had my clothes.
“Let’s go change,” he said instead of apologizing.
Mable gave me a wink.
Odin leveled a look at me. “We start Monday.”
I gave him a thumbs-up. “What time?”
“Uhhh.” He hesitated.
“Eight,” his girl answered for him. “That’s when most doctors’ offices open, right?”
“Sure.” Odin shrugged. “Eight.”
“How about nine?” I teased.
Odin’s grin widened. “I like nine better, dear.”
His girl rolled her eyes. “Whatever, loser.”
He caught Constance’s neck and pulled her to him. When he had his kiss, she softened into his hold, placing her head underneath his chin. When he was done, he looked back to me where I was still shamelessly staring at their display of affection and said, “Eight thirty.”
I gave him a thumbs-up and turned to Gentry. “Lead the way.”
He did, weaving through people, grills, tables of food, wild children, and even the occasional dog.
I wished Neo could be around people…
“You’re wishing Neo could be here,” Gentry said as he got to the back deck that led inside a metal building.
