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“Hey,” she says, “just got word he was booked, and he’s refusing to do a breathalyzer test. He says he needs his lawyer. If they push it, he might sober up, but from the video I just saw that Casey emailed me, it’ll be hard to talk his way out of that one.” I close my eyes. “I’m going to be on the phone first thing tomorrow, asking for an expedited court date,” she tells me, and all I can do is listen to her words. “He’s not going to bother you, at least no more for tonight. I’ll find out more in the morning.”
“Thank you,” I whisper. “I’ll talk to you in the morning.” I disconnect the phone and look at Brady, about to take a deep breath when the sound of a car approaching has him go on alert.
He turns and walks to the door, pulling it open. I make the mistake of following him but then stop in my tracks when I see Winston’s mother there. Her hair is perfect even though it’s almost midnight, her makeup applied with expertise. The perfect Southern lady, except her face has a scowl on it and the leer in her eyes when she sees me standing behind Brady. “They said you were staying here, but I didn’t believe it.”
“There a reason you are here, lady?” Brady steps in front of her, blocking me from her view. Which just angers her even more.
“I’m not talking to you,” she hisses. Brady is about to slam the door in her face, but she walks past him to stand in front of me. The outfit she is wearing consists of a long, pleated satin skirt, a satin top, with a little jacket tied at the neck. “I’m talking to her.” She ignores Brady, who comes to stand beside me. “How could you do this to him?” she asks. “To us, after everything that we’ve done for you?”
“How could I do this to him?” I repeat her question, confused by it. “What exactly did I do to him? Leave him?”
“You know full well what you did to him.” She advances on me and stops when Brady moves closer to the side of me. “You were nothing when he met you, and now…” She eyes Brady up and down, the disgust written all over her face. “You’ve gone and shacked up with a man who is just like you.” She puts her shoulders back. “Nothing.”
I don’t know if it’s the night I’ve just had, or the fact she just walked into Brady’s home. A home he took me and my son into without even blinking an eye. And he had to do all of that because of her son. All of this because her son and, if truth be told, because of her actions. “Is that supposed to be an insult?” I ask, moving around Brady, but he grabs my hip to stop me from getting too close to her.
“Lower-class bar owner who deals alcohol. Whose brother-in-law’s family had to bail out before they went bankrupt.”
“I’d rather be nothing with him,” I finally say, pointing at Brady, who squeezes my hip, “than with your son, who really amounts to nothing without his dad and mommy in his corner.” She puts a hand to her throat as if I struck her. “In all of this, you would think maybe, just maybe, you might think of someone other than yourself.” I shake my head.
“You will get nothing from us.” Her face is red with anger.
“We’ll see about that.” I raise my eyebrows. “I have a pretty good lawyer now, who doesn’t care what my last name is, or what your last name is. All she cares about is what is right and what is wrong.”
“I don’t care who you think you have on your side. Things can always change,” she threatens me, her voice rising. Brady is the one who talks next.
“You will keep your goddamn voice down,” he hisses. “Not that you give a shit, but your grandson is upstairs sleeping,” he tells her, and her eyes go from his to the staircase.
“It’ll only be a matter of time before he’s out of this hellhole”—she looks around the room again, looking disgusted—“and back where he belongs. We’ll make your life a living hell.”
“I’m glad you said that,” Brady finally says, “I would have told you beforehand that you are being watched in the house.” Her face pales. “Just like I told your son when he showed up here drunk out of his mind, driving. You lost one son to that; you would think you would make sure you wouldn’t lose another.”
“Why, I have never.” She takes a step back.
“Get out of my house,” he finally snaps, “before I call the police again tonight, and you and your son can share a cell.”
She turns on her heel, walking to the door and stopping. “You’ve fucked with the wrong person this time.” Brady makes his way to the front door, not waiting for her to say anything, and the minute she steps out of the door, he slams it shut behind her. And just to make sure she knows this is over, he turns the lock.
CHAPTER 29
Brady
I lock the door and watch her walk down the steps, and if it was any other person, I would make sure the lights are on for her not to trip, but fuck her. Fuck her for coming in here and spewing that shit at Harmony. I watch her walk over to her car and get in, taking off, and peeling down the street. “I don’t think this street has had this much action since I’ve moved in,” I joke, turning to look at Harmony, who has tears running down her face, and it guts me. Completely fucking guts me, as if you stuck a knife in me and opened me up. “Baby,” I say, walking to her and putting my hand on her face.
“You are more than she will ever know.” She looks up at me.
“Baby, you think I care what that woman says about me?” I shake my head. “The last person I give a shit about is her. The only people who I care what they think are the two people in this house and my family.” I bend to touch my lips to hers. “Everyone else doesn’t matter.” Again, the need to touch my lips to hers is overwhelming. “It’s almost over,” I whisper. “Now, I’ve spent the whole night waiting for this moment right here.” She opens her mouth. “I’ve thought about coming home to you and getting you naked.” Her eyes glaze over in a whole different way. “Now, I’m going to close up down here,” I tell her, “while you go upstairs and get naked for me.” I swear I think she sighs. “Can you do that for me?”
“I can do that for you,” she replies, almost panting. “I can do anything for you.”
“Is that so?” I smirk. “Good to know.” Her eyes go big as her cheeks get pink. “Go and get naked for me.” She nods as my hand falls from her face. She turns and rushes up the stairs and my cock goes hard watching her.
I turn and walk over to the front door, making sure it’s locked, before walking to the kitchen and turning off the lights and then making my way upstairs. Before I head to my room, knowing she is waiting for me, I walk over to the closed door and open it as quietly as I can. My eyes go to Wyatt, who is on his stomach, sleeping without a care in the world. Like a kid should sleep. I close the door before turning and making my way to my bedroom. A soft light comes out into the hallway, and I know it’s from the bedside lamp.
I stop at the doorway when I look at the bed and see her sitting with her back against the headboard. Her arms are wrapped around her cocked-up knees, her eyes on me as she nervously bites her lower lip. “Jesus fucking Christ,” I say to her, “you’re a wet fucking dream come true.” She puts her hands to the side of her hips, swinging her knees, and I see her nipples are pebbled and waiting to be pinched. I kick off my boots and take off my socks before walking to the bed. I take one more look at her before I put a knee on the bed and make my way to her. My hand goes to her ankle and then slowly moves up her leg before my mouth finds her. My hand on her cheek, her hand goes to mine as she opens her mouth for my tongue. My tongue plays with hers as my hand moves down to her legs, opening them. “I thought I said be naked,” I state when I see her still wearing her white lace panties.
“Brady,” she whispers, her chest rising and falling as she watches my finger trail up her inner thigh to her pussy. Moving over the lace, she holds her breath and lifts her hips for more of my touch.
“My girl is needy tonight.” I move over her slit toward her clit before I pull her leg down and turn her to the side of the bed. Her back and feet are planted on the bed, her arms bent and beside her head. “All night I’ve thought of tasting you.” I move between her legs and bend to take one of her nipples into my mouth, sucking it deep. Her moan is soft. “All I could think about was you in my bed.” I move to the other nipple. “I wanted to kick everyone out and rush home to you.” I move my lips to suck her neck, her hands going to my nape, then moving down my back. She fists my shirt in her hands and pulls it up, sitting up and forcing me back as she sheds my shirt from me.