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“If you say so, but if she storms through the door crying when he breaks her heart…”
“I’ll kick his ass,” he states.
“No. You’ll be the one drying her tears.”
“Then I’ll kick his ass.” He tosses popcorn in the air and attempts to catch it with his mouth.
“Ugh.” I shove him in the shoulder as he misses both pieces.
Chapter Twenty
We’ve gone a little over a week without any sightings of Adam. Maybe the deadbeat got a clue and left town.
I don’t completely trust the silence. There’s this niggling feeling in the back of my mind that he’s out there somewhere, watching and waiting for the right moment to strike. Call it a hunch or sixth sense. Whatever it is, I can’t seem to shake it.
That’s why I’ve been leery to have Zoe put Marie back on the rotation at the daycare and hesitant to pull Jimmy off protecting Kiesha. We’ve settled into a routine. I might as well be moved in with Zoe, Kiesha, and Fire Ball. The vet said the cat is around three months old. Probably saved its life.
Zoe tries to pretend she’s not smitten with the ball of orange and white fluff, but when Kiesha isn’t spoiling her, Zoe is. Three boxes were on the porch yesterday. All for the cat. A new scratch post, a tunnel, and a bed shaped like a princess crown. But she’s not that into cats. Woman is not fooling anyone.
She’s in the kitchen now, mixing up the powdered kitten formula before she goes to work.
My cell vibrates in my pocket. It’s Prez.
“Yo,” I answer of the second ring.
“Got a situation. Angel showed up here at the clubhouse with a kid. Says Marie took off last night and never came back. I’ve got the kid in my office watching cartoons on an iPad.”
“Fuck. All right. I’ll be there soon.” Shit. My gut clenches. I shove my phone in my back pocket. “Hey, beautiful. Do you have anyone who can cover for you at work?”
“I was only going in to work on the new schedule. Why?”
“There’s a problem. Marie is missing and Angel dropped the kid at the clubhouse. Prez has her occupied in his office for now.”
“Did he say anything else?”
“Not really.”
“Okay. Let me get my shoes on. I’ll call Louella on the way.”
“Follow me in your car. And don’t wear those Crocs.” Fuck me, this isn’t how I was planning on spending my day.
“What’s wrong with my shoes?”
“Babe?”
“Okay. Fine. I’ll wear my Croots.”
“What the hell are Croots?”
“They are like my purple ones but black and boot form.”
I pinch the bridge of my nose as she pulls a big box out from under the bed.
“See. Aren’t they cute?” She slips them on. “They even have a spur.” She slides a leg out then does a spin to model them.
They look better than the others, so I don’t complain. Spurs. She’s a damn nut.
Right when I think it can’t possibly get any worse, she sticks charms on them.
