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I chuckled, “I’ll drop you off and start running the tub. Back turned, to give you some privacy.”
Stormy wrapped her arms around my neck. I picked her up, carrying her bridal style into the bathroom, placing her on the throne before turning to fill the large tub. A small basket sitting on the back of the tub caught my eye. After turning on the water and adjusting the temperature, I inspected the contents. Among other bath products there was a sachet with a small note card attached.
I plucked the sachet from the basket flipping the note card over.
For Queenie.
The handwriting belonged to my best friend and V.P., Papa. I opened the sachet and poured the mildly lavender scented contents into the water. When the bath was nearly half-full, I turned it off.
“Are you ready, bébé?”
“Yes.”
After placing her in the tub and getting her settled, I headed into the bedroom and ordered breakfast.
Chapter 31
Stormy
Two weeks later
I hurried through my morning tasks. We were on schedule to have the clubhouse completed by the first of October. Gambit wanted a blowout party. His dad’s club was coming down to the opening. I had to make sure the guest quarters were done. No way in hell I’d get all this done if Trinity and Papa weren’t helping with the party.
My thirty-minute alarm went off. Fuck. Okay, focus Stormy. In thirty minutes, Armand was picking me up and taking me to lunch then for a surprise. Then we were headed to the house he rented for the weekend. I was excited and nervous about cooking brunch this Sunday. And I couldn’t believe Armand rented a house, so I’d have a place to cook.
I hadn’t been back to my apartment. The police had zero leads on who broke in and drugged Honu. Ty didn't sign the note. There were no fingerprints found on it either. While I have no doubts who did it. My sweet boy was asleep on the magnificent bed Gambit bought for him. A soft sigh escaped me thinking of the man I love. We spent three amazing days in the Hemingway suite at the hotel Monteleone. One of New Orleans' haunted hotels.
Friday, we spent most of the day in bed snuggled up. Gambit said we were giving Miss Kitty time to rest. That night he took me to the Carousel bar. We went for a long walk in the moonlight. Saturday, we went for a ride in the swamp. It was thrilling. My mind was going a million miles an hour the whole time. I had a novel's worth of new material and time to write when this project was complete. Saturday night he arranged for me to have a haunted tour and Sunday we met the gang for brunch. Two weeks later and I was still walking on cloud nine. Thinking of Gambit gave me the burst of energy I needed to complete all my tasks before Armand arrived.
The minutes ticked by as I stuffed a whole day’s work into four hours.
Armand
PULLING IN THE GATESof the old property felt odd. I hadn’t been here since Anna died. A feeling of peace passes over me as I park my vehicle. Anna would love to see this place full of life. That’s what the Kings and Stormy were doing. They were bringing this place back to life.
The outside of the building was fully restored with the club's colors on the double metal doors. I pushed them open and stepped into the foyer. The design of a skull with a top hat smoking a cigarette covered over half the floor. Close to our colors but different enough. We’d never tread on our colors.
