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I wasn’t lying when I told Mila that the kids would be well-loved and well-taken care of. I honestly think we’re some of the luckiest people to be blessed to be a part of Cerberus.
I take three deep breaths with my closed eyes pointed toward the sun. I have to go inside and tell Mila about the phone call I just received, and I hate that I’m once again bringing her bad news. It’s been a calm couple of weeks, but I knew it could only last so long. There has been a sort of unspoken agreement that we just don’t talk about all the bad stuff. We both needed a breather from all of it, but I knew we couldn’t ignore the outside world forever.
I make my way inside the clubhouse, across the living room, and into the hallway of the newer section of the clubhouse. Even with the newer ventilation added in her salon, the scent of hair products meets me before I get to the door.
I tap my knuckles on it, waiting for the okay to enter. Mila offers a full-service salon, so the last thing I want is to walk in on someone getting something waxed.
“This is work?” I ask teasingly at the sight of both Gigi and Mila sitting and reading magazines. “Sign me up.”
Gigi rolls her eyes and continues to read. Her head is under the massive blow dryer thing and covered in shiny metal. Foils is what Mila called them. The whole process is rather technical and something I could probably never do.
“Hey,” Mila says, walking up to me and pressing her lips to mine in a quick kiss. “I’m going to have to pull her foils in five minutes.”
It’s a warning that we don’t have much time, and the heat in her eyes is almost enough to distract me like it always does.
Her grin is contagious despite what I have to say.
“What’s up?” she asks when I say nothing.
I could just watch this woman all damn day and not say a word.
“Nothing,” I say, knowing I’ll have to tell her eventually. I look over her shoulder at Gigi. “Mind if I hang out?”
Gigi shakes her head as she waves her arm to indicate one of the empty chairs along the wall.
I press another quick kiss to Mila’s lips before sitting down.
I spend the next hour watching her work and learning more about my team leader than I ever wanted to know. Gigi is married to Hound, and she has no filter. She doesn’t curb her conversations ever. By the time she’s done in Mila’s chair, she looks fabulous, but my girl looks scandalized.
Her eyes are wide when Gigi leaves the room.
“I can’t believe she told us all of that,” she whispers as she begins to sweep the floor, pausing when the floor vacuum is activated in the corner. “Pierced? That’s insane.”
“Not a chance,” I tell her when her eyes drop to my crotch.
Her laughter is the stuff dreams are made of.
“We have forty minutes until the kids are done for the day,” I say as I stand and cross the room to her. “Was Gigi your last appointment?”
“She was,” she answers, her teeth digging into her lower lip.
I all but drag her from the salon, pulling her through the living room and back down the other hallway.
In the last two weeks, we’ve made the transition from everyone sleeping in Mila’s room to the boys being back in theirs and Sutton in Mila’s room. Mila has been in my bed with me, which has given us plenty of time together. Although, it never feels like enough.
Somehow, I forget what I need to tell her the second our bedroom door closes at our backs.
We spend the next hour working up a sweat, and then ten minutes after that, apologizing for being late to pick up the kids.
Hound must’ve really liked Gigi’s hair because she’s late as well.
Chapter 32
Mila
Vincent squeezes my hand. As comforting as it is, it’s not quite enough to keep my sadness at bay.
I nod my head, trying to convince my mom that I understand why she’s feeling the way she is, but it’s hard.
