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Not that they called their significant others that here. Old Man and Old Lady were the correct vernacular.
Only problem with that was that not a single goddamn woman in the back yard was old enough to be called anOld Lady.
Still, I'd watchedSons of Anarchylike the next woman.
Before Aidan, on my bang list was Charlie Hunnam.
He might have even surged higher up my list after last night's debacle.
I swept into the crowd with all the confidence of someone who'd never actually met anyone here but who'd been on breakfast television for years.
The men scowled at me mostly, especially one with a kid in a carrier that had skulls and crossbones on it, but another one, with the girliest carrier ever made—hot pink with flowers on it—stepped over to me with a wary look in his eye.
"You're Aidan O'Donnelly's wife."
I sniffed. "That might be a temporary label."
"You're getting divorced?" he questioned.
A snort sounded from behind him. "Sounds more like that time when Nyx told me it was just one more push and there were at least ten to get his kid's big head out of my cooch."
"Jesus, Giulia," another woman groused. "Do you have to talk like that in front of strangers?"
"She isn't a stranger, Rachel," Giulia groused back. "We've met."
"We have." Albeit virtually. "I should have brought gifts for the babies. I'm sorry."
Giulia shrugged. "Have enough of your own shit to deal with. I can forgive you this once."
She held out her hand, I clasped hers in mine, and we shook on it.
"That's right. I was sorry to hear about your father-in-law," the woman Giulia had called Rachel told me. She held out her hand too. "I'm Rachel. Rex's Old Lady. Welcome."
People started to gather around us, and I recognized most of them from the time Star had introduced us to each other before I'd taken all my exposés public and had begun hitting the Sparrows where it hurt.
"If youaredivorcing Aidan O'Donnelly, we can't offer you a safe haven."
"Shut up, Nyx," Giulia hissed, stacking her hands on her hips. "Is he beating you?"
"Aidan? Jeez, no!"
"Treating you like shit? I bet those fucking O'Donnellys think their crap is made of gold—"
"Giulia," Rachel snapped.
"What? I’ll bet it's true."
My lips curved. "It is. Partially. But no, he isn't abusing me. That's not why I'm here."
"No? You look pissed to me. Sound pissed too if divorce is in the cards."
"I am pissed, but I won’t divorce him yet." I straightened my shoulders. "He lied to me."
Giulia grunted. "Men are dipshits like that."
"Agreed," Rachel muttered.
A bright blonde head—Lily, I recognized—bobbed. "They never realize we always know when they're lying."
