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I glare at my brother and wait for him to say something but leave it up to him to not even acknowledge that he was being an ass.
“Babe, I’ll grab the twins from school. You two enjoy some time together.”
“O-Kay,” I say in disbelief.
“What would you like me to feed Poppy for lunch, and what time is her nap?” He asks as if this is totally normal behavior for him.
“Uh she…she can have pasta salad. I made enough for the both of you. Her nap is at one and she usually sleeps no more than an hour.”
“Ok. You two have a nice time,” he kisses me on my cheek and walks back into the den.
Lane looks at me and mouths “da fuck?” and I push him out the door.
We settle into his car and once the door is closed, he lets loose.
“Who the hell was that man in there?” His pupils are blown out and he looks as if he’s seen Michael Myers coming our way.
“He’s been like this since Saturday,” I tell him. “Where are we going?”
“So this THOT—what’s her name?” He asks, glancing at me with a side eye as we drive out of my neighborhood.
“Leilani,” I growl.
“Ugh. Sounds like a stripper.” I chuckle and he asks, “what kind of car does she drive?”
I look at him confused and tell him, “shit. I don’t know, Lane. I don’t even know whatshelooks like.”
“Hmm,” is all he says.
“You make me nervous when you don’t say anything. What’s going on in that dark and dangerous mind of yours?”
“Leilani works for Rome?” he asks.
“No. She’s Howard’s paralegal,” I correct.
He nods then demands, “give me your phone.”
“Uuumm, no! I don’t trust you,” I tell him and grip my phone tighter in my hand.
“Stop being a bitch. Just give it to me.” He holds out his hand and wiggles his fingers.
I reluctantly hand it over and he proceeds to unlock it.
“Hey! How do you know my passcode?” I ask.
He gives me a look and says, “really? The kids' birthdays.”
We come to a stoplight and he thumbs through my contacts., then presses one and brings the phone to his ear.
“What’s Howard’s last name?” He whispers.
“Lane?” He arches his brow and waits for me to answer. “Mendez,” I grunt.
“Hello. Howard Mendez, please,” Lane says to whomever answers. He’s silent for a moment then, “ok. Maybe I could speak with his paralegal regarding a matter. Leilani, I believe.” Silence. “Yes. That’s right. Leilani Watkins. Thank you. I’m in hold,” he whispers.
The light turns green and we’re off to God only knows where.
“Hello Mrs. Watkins,” he says when she answers the phone, I assume. “My apologies.Ms. Watkins. I’m calling from Lacey’s Love Emporium to inform you that you’ve been selected as the winner of our monthly gift card drawing.”
