Page 231 of Remorseless
By then, it would be after midnight. She sighed and nodded.
A knock came on the door.
Leaning against the desk, Christopher folded his arms. “Come the fuck in.”
After opening the door, D. Elliot rolled in a cart holding two glasses and a silver ice bucket containing the restaurant’s most expensive champagne. There were also two chocolate lava desserts topped with fresh strawberries and mocha crème. D. Elliot opened the bottle, then poured two glasses and left.
Christopher handed her a glass and picked up his, clinking the crystal. “Happy Valentine’s Day, baby.”
“Happy Valentine’s Day, Christopher.”
She took a sip, while he gulped half the contents of his glass.
“After Reb and Kaia jet, how about CJ drive your car back to the house, Diesel get all the other lil’ handymen motherfuckers home, and I put you on the back of my bike?”
“Yes, yes, and yes,” she said happily. They toasted again.
Christopher pressed a button on his phone and removed the bluetooth, allowing the sound that had been limited to his earbuds to filter into the room.
“Laugh a little more, Rebel,” Kaia said. “It is like the roar of an elephant trumpeting in the night. Your voice is like a million bees buzzing around a vat of honey—”
Meggie screamed with laughter.
“Fuckin’ motherfuckin’ fuckhead.” Christopher gave her the stink eye. “You sure I can’t fuck him up?”
“No,” Meggie said, trying to contain herself, but her husband’s outrage made her laugh harder.
“Your skin is like a ripened plum loved by a wizard.”
Rebel gasped. “Are you calling me a fucking prune?”
“She encourage that stupid motherfucker,” Christopher grumbled.
“You said I’m a poet, Reb,” Kaia said as if he’d heard Christopher.
“I never said you were agoodpoet.”
“But—”
The words abruptly cut out.
“What does he even mean?” Meggie said around giggles. She got control of herself and poked her husband. “You and CJ let Reb meet him on purpose. I always thought Kaia had sense.”
“He do! At least I thought the motherfucker did. Give CJ more credit, baby. He couldn’t have known Kaia was a corny, cheesy motherfucker that make no fuckin’ sense.”
“He’s also a liar,” Meggie said with disapproval. “Mortimer? He knows Mortician.”
“We ain’t told him to lie.”
“Hmmmm. The very least you could’ve done was give him money to pay for the dinner.”
“We tried! He said he had it covered.”
“Just more lies then.”
Christoper grimaced. “I’m gonna take care of him.”
“How?” Meggie asked suspiciously.
