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“For Baker.”
Holt was eaten up with the woman.
“You should slow down,” I said, Patrick’s advice completely unheeded. If I thought any of my family was making a mistake, I wasn’t going to keep quiet. Especially regarding this.
“I’d like to pretend you mean with the construction,” he said, propping a hand on the bathroom doorframe.
“Think about what happens if one day she doesn’t come home. Is she worth it?”
I moved back into the apartment. Ick. It was huge, but the kitchen looked like it was the original. It’s one redeeming quality was the wall of exposed brick. The wood floors appeared beyond repair. I didn’t want to know what was in some of the deteriorating boxes that littered the space.
“Just because you’re unhappy doesn’t mean you have to make everyone else miserable.” Holt moved to the old factory windows that separated the apartment from the garage below. “I think you should leave.”
“I need a ladder,” I said, ignoring him. I tilted my head back. “A tall one.”
I declinedthe call when I saw the caller ID. Whatever Patrick wanted, I was too tired to hear it.
I hung the cloth I’d rinsed out on the side of the sink. I was too old for this shit. And Holt hadn’t spoken to me the rest of the day. Patrick, in his infinite wisdom, had been totally wrong about how to fix this relationship. He was an idiot.
My phone chimed.
I’ve got your child.
In point three seconds, I’d hit the call button.
“What are you doing with Blake?” I snapped as soon as he picked up.
“Your dad called me. Said there was some sort of emergency he needed to help Mrs. Quinn with at the shelter.”
“He’d call Andrew. Not you.” This jackass had used my son to trick me into calling him back.
“He’s with a client. Trish is at the food truck. Baker is on a photo shoot. You’re working with Holt. Mrs. Quinn I already told you about. I’m sure I was a last resort.”
“You’re such a liar. My father would never leave two small children in your care without calling me.”
“How!”
I squeezed my eyes shut. Who was I going to murder first? Dad or Patrick?
“Any chance you could come by my office? I’ve got a few things I need to finish up.”
“Fine,” I snapped as I tossed my phone back in my pocket and stormed into the office to grab my purse.
“What’s stirred up the tornado now?”
I glared at Holt. “Your father has lost his mind. He left your nephew in the care of an idiot.”
“What?” I was glad that Holt looked just as surprised.
Why the hell would Dad take Blake to Patrick? He was a lawyer who worked fourteen-hour days. The interruption certainly wouldn’t fit in with his bill-by-the-minute policy.
Your dad called just as I had a meeting cancel.
God, he was reading my mind.
I practically ran for the door. The only thing that helped was knowing that Patrick was actually very good with Blake. I had no idea where his uncle skills came from, but Blake liked him. Even so, my anger was nearly boiling over.
I scrubbed my temple as I hailed a cab. Was there anybody left in this world I could trust?
