I offered them all handshakes as I got there and said, “Thanks for coming on such short notice.”
“Anything for you, sweetie.” Jasper batted his eyelashes.
My brows rose.
Jasper and Gunner, otherwise known as Hush and Jinx, I knew the least.
I’d only known them since I’d gotten out, and though I liked them both a lot, we still didn’t have the same bond that I had with the older members.
After today, though, that would likely not be the case.
“You stay practically silent for the entire time that I’ve known you, and you call me ‘sweetie’ because my sister does?” I asked.
Hush shrugged, but didn’t say anything else.
I rolled my eyes, then gave them the lowdown on what was about to happen.
“You don’t think he’ll come out of his room?” Jasper asked.
“Baker’s dad, Shad, says that he keeps the door closed when he’s gaming. He doesn’t come out to even eat or piss. He has a fridge in there, with a bathroom. So he has no reason to,” I explained.
“Sounds like a great man,” Gunner grumbled.
I grinned and said sarcastically, “Shad really loves him.”
“Let’s do this.”
We had the whole place emptied in a matter of thirty minutes.
Four trailers were fully loaded, and one was loaded with only what we thought would be essential for a mother and a baby.
After giving the guys the name of the storage place, I stayed long enough to prop my phone up against the far window.
Opening the front door, I stood in the opening and rang the doorbell over and over again until the dumbass in his playroom came out looking pissed and bothered.
He froze when he saw me.
He started looking around, and his eyes took everything in before he blew up. “What are you doing in my house?”
“Moving your ex-fiancée out,” I answered. “Now, I want to say a few things to you…”
Five
Don’t ask me for relationship advice. I went back to the same man fifteen times.
—Baker’s secret thoughts
BAKER
I was nervous, and I didn’t know why.
I was also hella afraid to touch anything.
I’d never been in a place so fancy.
I might have turned all the way around had the doorman not stopped me from leaving with a sweet sounding, “Ma’am? Are you Ms. Ritter? Shad’s daughter?”
The way he said ‘Shad’ had me thinking that this man knew who my dad was, and that I was in the exact place that I was supposed to be.
