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“Would you get her out of here?” I snapped.
“You watch your tone, young man,” she bit off. Even her temper was running thin these past couple of weeks.
Why was every damn person on edge?
I stalked up the stairs. Passing Beth’s door, my fist clenched. I should paint the damn door a different colour so it would stop looking likeherdamn door.
Chiara came out of her bedroom. Glowered at me. “Well done for making Amara cry.”
Ignoring her, I went into my room. She followed me in.
“What do you want?” I snapped.
“You’re stupid,” she said.
I clenched my teeth. “If you’ve got nothing better to say, get out.”
“You’ve been sulking for two weeks because you miss Beth, and it’s becoming ridiculous. Why don’t you just go and say you’re sorry?”
Chiara always did know how to goad me. I could have told her all the reasons why her precious Beth was gone, but I was done thinking of her.
Grabbing her by the wrist, I hustled her out of my room and slammed the door shut.
She kicked it viciously from the other side, yelling, “Stupid!” before stomping away.
I rubbed my face tiredly. What was stupid was this whole damn situation. God, I needed a drink. Forget work. What I really needed was to go to Bordello and drown my sorrows. Then maybe find a sweet piece of ass to make me forget about my troubles.
A fresh start was what I needed. I’d throw out this damn bed for starters. Even with new sheets, I could smell Beth’s sweet scent all night, driving me mad. Keeping me far from sleep.
Reminding me of the feel of her warm body spooned perfectly into mine as we drifted into slumber.
Reminding me of the feel of her slender arms wrapped around my neck as she kissed me, her long legs around me as I plunged into her.
Hell, I needed a woman. Tonight.
I changed into jeans and a shirt, and called Sandro, telling him to meet me at the club.
A knock came on my door.
“What?” I snapped.
The disapproving silence on the other side told me it was my mother.
I opened the door, trying not to scowl.
Her face was her usual distant and cool mask. “I’m taking Amara to her friend’s birthday party,” she said. “You’ll keep an eye on Chiara?”
My momentary frustration was eased when Chiara yelled from her room, “No! I’m going out to see my friends. I don’t need a damn babysitter.”
“What friends?” Mother and I demanded together.
“Lucy and Jo,” she shouted back.
I was relieved. Lucy and Jo were nerds and could be trusted to keep Chiara out of trouble.
I kissed Amara goodbye before she and Mother left, to make up for being such a grumpy bastard.
Then instructed Nicky to drive Chiara to her friend’s house and watch over her.
