“Sure,” he agreed. “We can drink as I tell you all about Molly’s party last weekend.”
I winced at the tone of Lorcan’s voice. “That good, huh?”
“Even better,” he deadpanned. “So much so, that I took two of her stupid friends to The Sphynx.” The Sphynx was one of the many hotels CI owned. “The dumb bitches thought I was too drunk to overhear their scheme of an unplanned pregnancy.”
My eyes widened. “What the fuck?”
He looked over at me. “Yeah,” he scoffed. “They had gone into the bathroom to pretty themselves up and forgot to shut the door all the way. I had walked over to ask them what was taking so long when I overheard them whispering.”
Instead of leaving, I signaled the bartender for another round and got comfortable. “Jesus,” I breathed.
“Yeah. I guess the plan was whoever got pregnant would get the monthly check while the other look for another sucker to trap,” he replied.
“What did you do?”
“Got sober, lost my hard-on, and kicked them the fuck out,” he said as the bartender set down a fresh glass in front of each of us. “Then I called Molly and told her to never invite me to one of her parties ever again.”
Ouch.
“And?”
Lorcan laughed. “Now those two are on Molly’s shit list, and it’s not looking pretty.”
I took a drink of my whiskey and felt a pang of unease for those two women. Molly’s shit list is not where anyone wanted to be.
She was worse than Lorcan.
Chapter 33
Mystic~
David Booker was turning out to be as sharp as a tack. I guess I shouldn’t have been too surprised, considering that Gage hadn’t become wealthy by hiring idiots, but the guy was definitely turning out to be a godsend for this project. I had planned on working around the clock on this project, but with David’s knowledge and experience, it looked as if the hours weren’t going to be too painful.
I had just finished emailing him an update of battery comparisons when my phone chimed. I looked down and saw a text from Rowan.
Rowan:Im downstairs, chick.
I glanced at the time on my phone.
Crap.
We agreed on lunch today when she had called me yesterday, telling me she was swinging by. I had told her Alaric was in town, and she had immediately bowed out. She knew how much I loved my brother and she knew we didn’t get to spend a lot of time together. I promised her lunch today, though. Alaric had flown out of Chicago this morning, and so I had lunch with Rowan and dinner with Gage planned for today.
I texted back.
Me:Crap! Sorry. Be right down.
I locked my computer, then grabbed my purse and my jacket. We were only going around the block to a corner café, but Chicago weather was moodier than a teenager girl on her period.
After the elevator ride down, I walked out into the lobby of CI and saw Rowan typing away on her phone. The girl had time off from work, but never had time off from work. She worked hard and nothing ever slowed her down. And from the way her fingers were flying across her phone, she was probably chewing someone out via text. Don’t get me wrong, though. Rowan wasn’t above causing a scene if she had to, but she tried to keep things professional if she could.
“Hey,” I said, saddling up to her. “Sorry. I forgot to set my phone alarm.”
She ignored me long enough to send off her text, then looked up at me and smiled. “No problem. I had some shit to take care of anyway.” She put her phone in her purse. “Ready?”
“Yeah. Now that I’m down here, I realize I’m starving.”
“Yeah, well, you better be good at multi-tasking because Iwilllet you starve if I feel you eating lunch is cutting into the details about you and Gage fucking Evans,” she huffed.
