Page 2 of Tuesday

She looks up at me, squinting a little as she holds my gaze. “Are you saying that because you think I’d be a bad mom to human kids?”

I let out a sigh, “Babe, you are the most stubborn person I know. You learn at the speed of light and when you put your mind to shit, you always excel. You’re the perfect gator mom and all round good person. If you want to be a mom one day then I know, in my soul, that you’d be an awesome mom.” I press a kiss to her forehead believing every fucking word I said.

A small smile plays on her lips and she burrows closer to me, her hands folded and tucked under her chin, like little T Rex arms.

“You’re my person, Rhodes Paxton.”

“And you’re mine, Tuesday Tombs.”

Chapter 1

Chewy

“Miss, can you please stop tapping,” The reception lady asks, her brows pinched with what I’m guessing is irritation, staring at my right hand rhythmically tapping out a beat.

“I would like to say yes, but I’m unsure. Sometimes my fingers have a mind of their own.”

Her frown deepens and I know that I have most definitely irritated her. “Why are you still here? I told you that I can’t send you through to see Sergeant Davies without you stating what your business is.”

My left brow pulls in, which is new, they usually both move at the same time. I’ll investigate that later. Right now I need to get away from this reception desk. It smells weird and the nonstop ringing phones will give me a headache if I have to keep standing here.

“That is untrue. I believe you asked me what my business was and I told you that I declined to answer your question. It’s between Davies and I.”

She lets out a long sigh, rolling her eyes and I think I may be wearing her down. “Is he expecting you?”

I stare at her, making eye contact so she knows I’m serious. “Just tell him Tuesday Tombs is here to see him.”

She gives me a suspicious look. I know that one from my flashcards. It’s kinda side squinty with a pinched mouth. Although it’s hard to tell because this woman has had a pinched unhappy mouth this whole conversation. She presses a button on her phone, gives me a funny look then swivels around in her chair so I can’t stare at her. Or hear her conversation. Joke’s on her, I have phenomenal hearing. She places the phone down, stares at me and then shuffles some papers. Before I can complain Moss catches my eye, walking purposefully down the hall toward us.

“Tuesday, good to see you. You wanted to speak with me?” He stands in front of me, and I dart my eyes around the foyer I’m standing in.

“Can we go somewhere private? Oh, maybe an interrogation room? I haven’t been in one at this station.”

Moss’s brows jump up, “But you’ve been in them in other stations?”

“Of course I have.”

He shakes his head, then gestures to follow him. But we don’t get anywhere near an interrogation room. Instead he leads me to what must be his desk. It’s tidy, and there’s a picture of two little boys which I’m guessing are his twins. I don’t know much about them, other than someone mentioned he has them and he’s a single dad. I never asked because I didn’t care, but now I’m wondering if perhaps I should mention them now. He gestures to a chair and I’ve missed my chance. Shrugging, I look around the room and I don’t like how everything is situated.

“The furniture in this room is terribly organized.” I frown at a desk sitting at a 70 degree angle to his with no rhyme or reason.

He gives me a puzzled look, before looking around, “I guess. It’s always been like this.”

“Well, I don’t care for it. I’m going to move this desk a little before I can sit down.” I do exactly that, the legs of the desk making an awful screeching noise as I drag it further from Moss’s desk, and spinning it slightly so it sits flush against the wall, not jutting out of it into Moss’s space. “There.” I clap my hands, then take a seat.

“Well, thanks for that,” Moss says drily, “So, what brings you here?”

“I need your help.”

“OK. In what way?”

I squint at him a little, running my plan through my mind once more, looking for kinks. Finding none, I hit Moss with a look. “I need you to accompany me to find Rhodie’s daughter.”

He leans back in his chair. “You mean the daughter that neither of you know about? The one the Manwitch spoke of? I thought you didn’t believe in his visions?”

I don’t usually, however, what he said hit a nerve. Never once did I think that we would have children. Not for any real reason other than I’m very busy. But once the seed was planted I saw how Rhodie interacted with the MC kids. He’s a good man and good with children. He’s patient and kind, he listens to them and respects their thoughts and feelings. Rhodie is the very best of men and he deserves to help raise a good human just like him.

“I didn’t. But I can’t explain how he knew where to find Violet or the children. Trust me, I’ve looked into everything.”

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