I rolled my eyes. “I’m wearing just as much as a bathing suit would cover.”
Normally I don’t walk around in my underwear with my kid around, but today couldn’t be helped.
“Do me a favor and bring me a pair of shorts out of the dryer,” I said. “I’ll be in the Adirondack chair on the porch waiting for Chevy.”
“I’ll make coffee and bring the clothes,” she murmured. “I have to be at work in forty-five minutes anyway.”
Which reminded me…
“You’ll have one of the club members following you around today,” I said. “The lady that did that to Silver hasn’t been found yet, and she made a threat on your life to Silver yesterday.”
Eedie sighed. “Just don’t make it that new prospect. I don’t like him.”
I grinned. “You won’t ever have to worry about him ever again.”
She shivered. “He gave me the creeps. And he always looked at me like he wanted to defile me.”
Just another reason that motherfucker deserved to die.
“It’ll probably be Jasper, Gunner, or Cakes,” I said.
Her eyes gleamed. “Maybe Cakes will make me something.”
I snorted. “If he’s watching you, how will he make you something?”
She shrugged. “Daddy, don’t bust my bubble, okay?”
I chuckled and walked outside, unsurprised to find the neighbor across the street peeking through her window.
Bitch probably clocked the moment Aella had entered our street and parked haphazardly along the curb.
I’d have to get Chevy to move it when he got here.
In the meantime, I got to work feeding the baby and thinking about how nice it would be to have another one of my own, one with Silver’s eyes and black hair.
The bottle was halfway gone when Eedie made it out with a cup of coffee for me and my shorts.
I thanked her, shamelessly utilizing her barista coffee-making skills, and let her continue to get ready for work.
I’d called last night and informed Cakes, Jasper, and Gunner that I would need help today. All three had said they’d be splitting up the guard duty between themselves.
Trusting them with my life, even with what I saw in Jasper’s glove box yesterday, I didn’t bother to call them.
They’d be there and ready.
Oh, and a talk with Jasper would be imminent once everything else was settled down with Silver and the club.
Chevy arrived shortly after and took over bottle duty, allowing me to put some pants on.
Which was right in the nick of time because the old lady across the street that liked to report me to the HOA that I wasn’t a part of turned her porch light on and started to storm out of the house.
I watched her wobble down the road toward the HOA president’s house and rolled my eyes just as Chevy scrounged up the courage to speak.
“On a scale of one to DEFCON 1, how pissed is she?” Chevy asked, placing a kiss on his son’s sleeping head.
My heart panged.
I missed that stage with Eedie.
