Page 7 of Killian
“Killy is fine.” I smiled as she returned the card and the slip for me to sign. I wrote my number on a napkin and gave her both. “Call me if you need anything.”
“Will do, my lord. Will do.”
As I popped my earbuds in and headed home, I had a feeling everyone in town would have my number before lunch. I needed a First to keep up with everything.
When I reached the driveway, a Black Chevy Tahoe was parked in front of the house, and Coleen Di Gatti stood from the porch steps when she saw me.
“Killy!” she smiled. “I have groceries from Wheeler’s at the mall in Fire’s Rise.”
“Oh, thanks. It’s good to see you. Didn’t know you made house calls.”
“You do when four gods are standing over your bed, and one can make you a pile on the floor. ‘Coleen, my grandson needs a car,’” she mimicked. I laughed as she opened the back of the SUV, and I sent the bags to the kitchen. “Fate clued me into Jules, so I also have juice cups. Josh will bring your food order once a week. Bobbi Jo opened this morning and wants to talk to you about a store out here.”
I unlocked the front door, turned off the house alarm, and we entered. “We can do that. It would be more convenient than having to count spaces there and back. I’m not goin’ into human territory for food.”
“I’ll let her know you are very open to the idea. Cassandra said no,” Colleen said as she put the milk in the fridge.
“Did Cassandra have Josh delivering her groceries?”
“No. She didn’t want anyone from other Prides here. The only one she called on a regular basis was Indy Bonnie.”
I set a pot roast on the counter and grabbed the slow cooker from the pantry.Thank you, Zander.“Where is she now?”
“Currently at the ClawsArc. Enzo rented her a suite there and told me to ask you if you wanted her to have an allowance. Erebus ordered me not to let her come back to Banthard.”
“Set her up in an apartment, have her food delivered, hire her one person who cooks and cleans, and give her an allowance for Sliques and Styles. She may have one meal at the restaurant monthly, and I’ll pay for it. If she needs anything, have her call you, and you let me know what it is. I’m not being mean. She just can’t manage money. She went to finishing school, and her papa filled her head with nonsense.”
Coleen snorted. “I could buy her jeans and send her to Brigdon’s.”
“Definitely talk her into a haircut,” I nodded. “Anything but a beehive.”
Coleen laughed then. “I’ll see what I can do.”
“I need a First, too. Asked for that.”
“I have a candidate for you. She will arrive at four this afternoon. Her name is Sophie Di Gatti. Do you know her?”
“I think so. She’s from the ClawsThorne Hotel in Colorado, isn’t she?”
“Yes, her father is an Elder, and she swore to me she has never met a Witch.”
“Ah. The mess with Sacha Delarue. Sophie was Dante’s personal secretary twenty years ago, and I thought she managed the hotel now.”
“She did, but she said something about rotating jobs and didn’t want to work the counter again.”
I laughed. “Yeah, because we get bored. Every ten years, we do something different.”
“You mean Amber Light Pride switches jobs.” Coleen arched a brow. “I’m Fire Ridge, and I’m not switching anything.”
“No, I like you where you are.”
“Good. Now, if you hire Sophie, let me know. I don’t have another candidate lined up. She just stopped by the bank this morning while Enzo was setting up your accounts, and he more or less told her to talk to you. She wants the job; it’s not how I made it sound.”
“Enzo is commanding.”
Coleen pointed at me. “That’s a good word for it.” She washed the last of the sippy cups and set them in the drainer. “Well. Here are your car keys. You can put that in the garage, and I’m going back to work. I’ll let Bobbi Jo know you said yes, and you let me know about Sophie.”
“Thanks, Coleen.”
