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Harshness spread over his face. “Do you?”
What could she say? He was right. Shedidn’tunderstand and she didn’t know if seeing her relaxed him or if he still needed one of his tried-and-true methods tonight.
“Are you…are you going back to your room when you leave here?”
“Probably not. Visiting you hasn’t relaxed me one fucking bit,” he confirmed. “You were supposed to be asleep. Instead, you locked me out.”
“I wasn’t asleep in the first place. Having you watch me while I’m unaware is creepy. What if I drool? Or…or talk in my sleep? Or…or…”
“You do none of those things.”
“I won’t block the door anymore.”
She waited for his concession—he’d return to his room—but he remained silent. He bent and kissed her cheek.
“Have a good night, sweetheart.”
Just like that, he was gone.
Chapter Thirty-Seven
February 8th
“Will February 20thwork?”
Meggie scrolled her iCalendar and shook her head. “That won’t work either, Lynn.”
She’d seen Dr. Will to discuss her hysterectomy. The doctor suggested it was time to move ahead with the surgery. Viola, Dr. Will’s nurse, showed her to the office of her dedicated scheduler, Lynn, while Roxy stayed with Rebel and Mattie during their appointments.
“I can fit you into her schedule on February 10th.”
Meggie didn’t look at her calendar. “Goodness, no.” Though that wastomorrow, there was another, more pressing reason. “That’s four days before Valentine’s Day.”
Lynn beamed at her. “Romantic em-efferday for Mr. Caldwell?”
Long ago, Christopher swore he’d only turn into a romantic motherfucker on their anniversaries. She begged to differ. Underneath the tough biker, the man was very romantic.
“It’s also Rebel’s first date,” Meggie said.
The news displeased Christopher. It was onValentine’s Day, a date long reserved for Christopher and Meggie’s private time. Also, Kaia was nineteen. Meggie secretly agreed with Christopher’s disapproval because of Rebel’s age. On the bright side, he was closer in age to her than either BishoporDiesel, and he was CJ’s friend. Once Rebel turned eighteen, Meggie wouldn’t care if she dated Bishop or any other older man, except Diesel. That was a hard no.
Christopher was also displeased for a simple—and bigger—reason. His baby girl was going on a date.
However, CJ’s overdose served as another reminder of the precariousness of life. One twist of fate almost stole CJ. It still sent chills down Meggie’s spine. Now, he was suffering from migraines, something that never plagued him before.
Yesterday morning, Meggie went to CJ’s room and found him near tears. She’d called Christopher and they’d rushed CJ back to the hospital. His MRI came back normal as did his blood work, so he was sent back home with orders to rest.
Luckily, the kids were already at school and knew nothing about the scare. The house was abuzz with Reb’s upcoming date, which reset their lives and returned them somewhat to the place they’d found the weekend after Torie’s death.
Except Meggie was barely talking to Christopher.
When she’d come out of the clubhouse kitchen night before lastafter she allowed Nyx, Fia, and Tennysee to return, he suddenly dug his heels in and told her he’d changed his mind about replacing his bike.Maybe, she was being unfair, but he’d pitched a major fit about her on the back of Mortician’s bike.
“What about February 25th?”
“That’s ten days from the ball.”
Behind her, someone cleared their throat, and Meggie turned to find Dr. Will there.
