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That reply was as diplomatic as I could be.
Knowing Brandon and considering the time, he was probably holed up in a hotel with some random chick so his wife wouldn’t find out he was cheating … again.
I wasn’t going to leave Trenton and Dad alone so he could get laid, but my job was finally paying all the bills. Keeping it meant walking a fine line with Brandon.
How about I ask your wife?
It took me five full minutes to cool down before even thinking of a reply.
Brandon learned early on talking about Abby was a sore spot for me, and he loved poking the bear. I needed the job almost as much as I needed to beat his ass. Brandon was the only person on earth who could mention Abby in any way other than respectful and get away with it. So far, he was residing just behind the line I’d mentally drawn for him.
How about I murder you in your sleep?There. That was just direct enough that he’d think I was joking.
LOL. Fine. I’ll ask Luke.
I put the phone down and covered my face with my hands, my elbows digging into Trenton’s mattress.
“Hey,” Trenton whispered, touching the top of my head. “What is it? Was the doc here?”
His worry created a deep line on his forehead. I took his hand into mine and held it on the mattress, patting once.
“Yeah. Your labs came back. You’ve got an infection in your blood stream, probably from the breaks in your arm, but you’re gonna be okay and ready to roll in a couple of days.”
Trenton looked up at the ceiling and sighed. “Thank Christ.” After a few seconds, he punched the pillow with his good hand a few times until it supported his head enough for him to sit up.
“She’ll be back in later and explain better than I can.”
Trenton grinned, and then rubbed his face. “I don’t care what it is. I just care that it’s nothing serious. Fuck, I’m so relieved.”
“Did you think you were gonna die, bitch?” I teased.
“I wasn’t sure,” Trenton said. His expression made my smile fade. “I’ve had some shit luck this year.”
“At least the bill is covered,” I said, sitting back and crossing my arms against my chest.
“No shit,” Trenton said, raising his brows once. “So, if it’s not me, what’s wrong?”
“Oh, that was my boss on the phone wanting me to come in. He made a crack about Abby. I’m trying not to plan his disappearance.”
Trenton’s bed crackled as he moved to get comfortable. “Brandon’s been rumored to have a death wish. You know he slept with John Brigham’s wife last year?”
“The cop?”
“Yep. The one who was suspended for beating a cuffed dude. Brandon heard about it, then ran out and bagged his wife.”
I frowned. “Abby I trust, but I need this job, and it wouldn’t take much for me to attack that piece of shit.”
“Just keep her away from him so he’ll keep his hands off her. You’re getting better at keeping your cool, but if he touches her … God help him.”
I nodded. That was the plan. I’d have to explain better to Abby. This was one miscommunication I couldn’t afford to have.
“Go home,” Trenton said. “Get some rest. Take Dad with you.”
I shook my head. “You know he won’t leave until you do.”
“I don’t need both of you here. Get out, fuck nugget. No one wants you here, anyway.”
I flipped him off, standing to grab my keys, wallet, and phone, and then leaned over to touch my cheek to his temple. I pecked his forehead, and then waved good-bye.
