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I wanted to doubt him because the thought of anyone being able to take care of this bullshit was completely insane, but this was Tyson Alexander, my bestest bestie, and if he said he had it covered for me, then he had it covered for me.
He never let me down. He was the absolute perfect best friend a girl like me could ask for. I regretted wanting to fire him the other day. He could keep the job now.
I reached out and squeezed his hand before dropping it and walking away.
I pretended not to notice my entire coven plus Trenton and Simon crammed into the small family room attached to the kitchen. I didn’t even spare them a glance.
I also pretended not to notice the vicious words Quinton spat at his nephew when he refused to step aside so he could chase after me.
I also pretended not to notice when the vicious words stopped and turned to grunts, and I knew their verbal argument had escalated into something physical and they were about to brawl out on the back deck.
There was a small, insane part of me that wanted to turn around so I could watch them in action.
The larger, saner part of me refused to slow down and look.
I didn’t need to get roped into any more of Quinton’s bullshit today. I’d had more than enough just today to last my ass years based on that one conversation alone.
Not once as I walked away did it cross my mind to feel guilty over the fact they were fighting.
There was a time when I would have blamed myself entirely and then let the guilt eat me alive.
I’d call that progress.
At least I would have until I locked myself behind my bedroom door and looked down at my bloody palms.
Only then did I let the tears start to fall.
They were loud and messy, and I had to lock myself in the bathroom with the shower on full blast so there was no chance of one of the guys hearing me.
I sat in the bathroom curled up in a tight ball on the floor for over an hour while I cried my stupid, girly heart out.
When it was over, and I’d cried all my tears, I took an actual shower—a shower that made me happy I lived with rich guys because the water was still hot and remained so the entire time.
When I got out, I dressed in comfy clothes and threw my hair up into a messy bun on top of my head.
And then I did what any smart girl would do.
I called my dad.
I was learning that dads were the cure for all their little girls’ hurts, and Rain Kimber was eager to make up for all the time his horrid sister had stolen from us. So much so he’d be pissed if Ididn’tcall him.
I couldn’t wait to throw Quinton under the bus.
9
Rain came and picked me up in my own freaking Range Rover.
I wanted to scream.
He had the money to buy his own damn Rover if he wanted one, but instead he’d claimed mine. Part of it was his way of sticking it to Marcus. The other part was that he had some weird bond with the thing after he’d run someone over with it.
The man was insane. Clearly.
He also argued with me that since I’d bought Simon and Trenton their SUV, they needed to use it to drive me around. The whole thing was insufferable and meant to smother me.
There was no point in arguing with him. He never listened, and I’d long since given up trying.
If Rain wanted to drive around in my Rover, then what the hell did I really care? Maybe I should just break down and finally buy myself my own vehicle. It felt too much like giving in, and I just knew the moment I got something else, Rain would lose interest and probably park the Rover in Marcus’s driveway and hide the keys from me.
