“Not a chance in hell.” I grinned, then asked, “Any mail for me?”
“Yeah, just a bunch of bills and shit. Plus, this,” Jess said, waving a large white envelope in the air. “Seems Frank came through. Got the test results back.”
Snagging the envelope from her, I quickly opened it and read the results as tension coiled in my gut. I wasn’t one hundred percent sure Emily’s kid wasn’t mine because the dates matched up, but the time for truth had come. Scanning the results, I smiled and exhaled. “Thank fuck.”
“Guess the kid’s not yours, then?”
“Nope. Not even close.” I smirked, folding the paper and putting it back in the envelope. Handing it to Jess, I added,“Make a copy for my records and then fax that over to Judge Tomlinson.”
“Sure,” Jess said as the door to the clinic opened and in walked the bitch herself.
“What the hell is this shit?!”
Rolling my eyes, I turned and glared at Emily, seeing her wave the same results in her hand. I smirked. “That states I’m not the father.”
“Bullshit!” she seethed. “I want another damn test!”
Knowing she was gearing up for a full-on tantrum, I turned and headed for my office. If I was going to deal with her shit, I wanted to be comfortable. Opening my office door, I walked in and placed my briefcase on the desk before walking around and taking a seat. No sooner had I sat when Emily stormed in, slamming the door behind her.
“I don’t know what your game is, Emily, but I’m not playing. So take your kid and leave Rosewood. I don’t want you here.”
“I’m sorry, okay,” she whined, her shoulders dropping as she pouted. Before I found out who she really was, that look would have ended any argument, but not anymore. Walking around my desk, she sat on the edge and whispered, “I’m sorry, baby. I messed up.”
“Who’s the father?”
“Does it matter?” she asked. “We can start over. I’ll be better next time. I promise.”
Shaking my head, I groaned. “Go away, Emily. I’m with Josephine now, and you have a father to hunt down.”
Scooting closer to me, she reached out and tried to touch my hair. Jerking back, I scowled at her as she pleaded, “We’re so good together, baby. Please forgive me. It won’t happen again.”
Standing up, I took a step back, trying to put distance between us, but the woman never could take a hint. Sliding off my desk, she walked straight over to me, her hands reaching formy chest. I grabbed her wrist tight and growled, “Don’t touch me.”
Licking her lips, she smirked. “But, baby, you love it when I touch you.”
“No. I love it when Josephine touches me.”
“What’s that little mouse have that I don’t?”
“Respect,” I sneered as I heard someone juggling the doorknob. In the next instant, Emily plastered herself against me, grabbed my face and planted her devious lips on mine.
Pushing her away, I heard a soft gasp and turned to see Josephine standing in the doorway.
“Josie! It’s not what you think!” I yelled as Emily cackled, laughing as she smiled wickedly at Josie, who had yet to move.
“Told you he was mine, bitch,” Emily sneered, and that was when I saw a side of Josephine Hennessey I never knew existed because in a split-second, my woman’s eyes narrowed, and she moved lightning fast, throwing back her arm and punching Emily right in the mouth.
Emily wiped the blood from her split lip and glared at Josie, her eyes wild with rage. She charged at Josie, her hand raised for a slap, but Josie was faster. My girl landed another punch, square on Emily’s nose, and the room filled with the satisfying crunch of breaking cartilage.
I tried to step in, but I was too late. Emily’s wild swing connected with my jaw, and I stumbled back, seeing stars as Jessica rushed into the room, whooping and hollering, egging Josie on.
“Kick that bitch’s ass, Josie!”
The women grappled, knocking over furniture and crashing into walls. I tried to separate them, but I was no match for their fury. I ended up on the floor, dazed and bruised, as the catfight raged on.
Emily’s claws raked Josie’s face, and Josie responded with a knee to the gut that had Emily doubled over. It was like a tornado of flying fists, pulling hair, and scratching nails.
Getting to my feet, I tried once more to stop them from killing each other as Josie’s wild swing caught me off guard, this time seeing stars.
