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Amara either didn’t agree or didn’t care. “What about Lily? She rich. Bottomless is her bank account, no?” she queried. “Anyway, she your assistant. Why she no here?”
Lily Lancaster was not only Rachel’s assistant, but she was the daughter of the one-time Sparrows’ money man—Donavan Lancaster.
On top of that, she was the Old Lady of the MC’s Road Captain, Link, and Kat and I had lived at her house until we’d moved out. Alessa and Maverick still lived in her pool house.
She was also a darling.
And if I said that, it meant she was pretty much ready for canonization.
“I’m in the dining room,” Rachel belatedly called out to Rex. “Lily isn’t here because I have her working on other projects right now. I can’t hit her up for cash every time I—”
“Just wait. I will. Especially if it means I don’t have to attend a fucking gala,” I retorted, earning myself a cool glare from Rachel.
Alessa started cooing over the baby the moment Rex ambled through the door.
Amara, as disinterested as me, stared at her nails.
A flustered Rachel took Sommer, and Rex pressed a hand to her shoulder, squeezing gently. “No rush, babe.”
Sommer didn’t agree as she immediately started fussing.
“You can feed her here. I’ve seen more interesting tits than yours before, Rachel,” I said easily, rocking back in my chair, waiting for her to glower at me.
Something had triggered Rachel’s anxiety this morning—she’d been persnickety since we showed up—and she and I had a difficult relationship at the best of times. Today, I was being a pain just so she had somewhere to focus her annoyance.
Anxiety was a bitch, and it was new for the lawyer who made ice look warm and cozy on a good day to be showing her emotions. I figured Rex thawing her out was messing with her mojo.
On cue, Rachel did glower at me, but she worked some magic with her shirt and Sommer disappeared beneath it.
Rex, his hand still on Rachel’s shoulder, pulled some other kind of magic stunt because one second, she was sitting on the chair, and the next, she was perched on his lap while he sat on the chair.
The moment she rested against him, she released a sigh.
It’d be sweet if I was into that shit.
“What are you guys arguing about? I could hear you bickering upstairs.”
“I not bicker.”
Rex frowned. “You’re a natural bickerer.”
“Is this insult?” Amara, scowling, asked me.
“Nah. It’s not a curse word or anything. More like he’s saying you’re truculent too.”
That had Rex chuckling when Amara pursed her lips and glowered at him before she pointed to herself. “I being nice.”
“She is actually,” Rachel confirmed with a sigh as she stroked a hand over Sommer’s head while she nursed. “Star’s being the pain.”
“Hey, I brought up the anonymous tip line,” I retorted. “That’s a great way to get help to those who need it.”
“I thought you were struggling to nurse,” Alessa said softly, changing the subject because the tip line was what had triggered our argument in the first place—I wanted to fund it, and Rachel wanted to organize a gala for it.
“I tried that trick you showed me,” Rachel answered. “I don’t have enough milk to feed her, but it’s kind of soothing—”
“I don’t need to know this,” I muttered.
“Stop being such dude,” Amara sniped. “Nothing naturaller than baby fed from mother.”
