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“What now, baby doll?” he asked, sending her mind tripping back to her last thought as his smoke-colored irises seem to swirl, or was it the mix of leather, danger, and a man more worried about his kids than her horny ass?That’s it.That’s the point she had to make to herself.
Bree was a rational person. She plotted, planned, double planned, reviewed those plans, then came back around and looked for holes in said plans. And Ice caused damage, thawing and reforming into a hard crystalized pattern that could shatter concrete with its pressure. Was that how he got his name? Or was it something darker? And why did it matter to her? He’d take the kids she’d become attached to and then what? Was Auntie Bree a thing of the past until her brother and sister started popping out kids? Catching herself, she had to focus on the emergency playing out in front of her in the moment.
“Um, Jane says they need overnight underwear,” she finally croaked out when she chose breathing through her mouth to avoid the smell of the man tripping her up. He had his phone out with the sound of a ring distant.
“What are they? Like diapers?”
“Kinda, yeah,” she said.
“My kids still wet the bed?” His voice was low, as if he feared the world knowing his kids were like the majority of kids in the world.
“They’re only five,” she pointed out, and his eyes narrowed.
“By three I was getting my ass beat for pissing out my bed,” he snarled.
“That explains why Misty called you a son of a bitch. Here I thought she was saying you were a dick,” Bree snapped. “Guess she met your mother and came to a conclusion.”
A disembodied voice called out from the phone, and Ice held up a thick ringed finger to her. “I’m sorry, who the fuck do you think I am?” Ice barked at the man on the other end of the phone. “Actually, who the fuck do you think you are? Because I’m calling a piece of shit Prospect itching to have the Velcro patch torn from his ass. You’re not Grimm or Aries. Shit, you ain’t even the long-talking Preacher. You’re what?”
Bree remembered more than one teardown by the frat members during rush week to know the man on the other end was probably calling himself less than human or worse.
“So, if I call and don’t speak, that means one of two things: you listen to see if you hear gunshots or me getting my ass beat or wait because I’m in the middle of something above your pay grade. Got it?”
The tone of Ice’s voice sent a shiver through her body, and the name was falling into place for her. A beat was taken before he continued.
“The keys to my truck are in the visor. Go snatch the child booster seats from my Airstream…” Ice cut his eyes at Bree and shook his head as if the next words out of his mouth were going to physically hurt him. “And then stop off and grab overnight underwear—” His jaw hardened, and he snarled through clenched teeth, “How many times were you dropped on your head as a baby? I asked you to get fucking booster seats, so no, I’m not the one needing a damn diaper for overnight.”
“It’s underwear,” Jane said, appearing as if transported to confront her father as her voice trembled. “And I’m big. I won’t have an accident, I promise.”
Bree shook her head at him, and she prayed the man got the message.
“I need boy and girl ones, and the girl ones better have goddamn princesses on them, or I swear to God you’re gonna discover how hot the Vegas sun is.”
