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“Please don’t call our child a fucker,” Memphis said, rubbing the back of her neck.
Downy walked up to her and started to rub her neck, massaging it in deep, smooth strokes.
“Everything okay, Memphis?” Saylor started to look worried.
“This little bastard kid that I didn’t hire,” she murmured. “He’s caused me to have headache after headache. Jesus Christ, it would’ve been easier to hire him and then fire him. He’s cost me more money than hiring him for a year would’ve.”
I felt my stomach tighten.
“Has something more happened?” I asked, leaning forward, forgetting everything about what I was doing.
“No.” She paused. “Still the same stuff he hit me with originally. Kid’s persistent, though. He wants to settle out of court. I want it to go to court. He’s making it damn difficult, that’s for sure.”
“I wasn’t aware that they got the decision to settle it out of court at all,” Saylor frowned. “Why would he want to settle? He feels he has a legitimate claim to the money, therefore, he shouldn’t be upset to go to court.”
Dad growled under his breath.
“The little fucker is slippery,” he said. “I looked him up at the station. Kid’s got a rap sheet a mile long. He’s also gotten out of every single offense due to his upbringing and mental health issues.”
“Mental health issues?” Drew asked. “What kind of mental health issues?”
“The kind that lands him in a state-mandated rehab after each offense,” Dad grumbled.
“So, who does he have on his side that he’s able to get that each time he’s landed himself in prison?” Jonah asked, leaning back in his chair.
“Not sure,” Dad admitted. “But, luckily, the court was able to lock down a court date. We’re going to be going next Thursday.”
“Which reminds me,” Memphis said. “Do you think you could open that day?”
Saylor was already nodding at my mother’s question.
“Perfect,” she sighed. “I need another glass of wine.”
“You’ll win,” Aspen said confidently. “Especially if this guy has a rap sheet already and all that jazz.”
Dad left to get my mom a refill on her glass of wine, and I hauled Saylor in close.
“What’s this guy’s name, anyway?” Drew asked. “Maybe I know him.”
“Kris,” Dad said. “Kristoff something or other.”
Saylor shivered. “I used to know a Kristoff. He was freaky.”
“Maybe it’s just the name,” Ares suggested. “I know a Kristoff, too. And he left me stranded on our date because I wouldn’t give him the D in his car.”
Dad growled under his breath, as did I.
“Was that the weasel that Lock beat the shit out of at school and got suspended for?” Jonah asked.
“You were suspended?” Piper laughed. “He deserved it, didn’t he?”
I snorted. “Deserved it is too mild of a word. But yes, I beat the absolute dog piss out of him. He used to go to one of those alternative schools. Only showed up at ours when he wanted to pick up chicks that would do him. All the girls at his school likely knew what kind of a douchebag he was.”
Saylor looked up at me with a small smile on her face. “You’re all cute when you’re growly.”
I bared my teeth at her.
“It was kind of nice,” Ares said. “But unnecessary. He got suspended for fighting for like two weeks. Missed his football game and they lost. Everybody was so mad at him after that. I was shunned at the school because that was the game that would lead us to state.”
