Page 209 of Remiss
Charlotte drew her brows together. “A chance to do what?”
“Dunno. Maybe marry her. Maybe just fuck her a few times after I took her out to dinner.” He looked at Easton. “Don’t cunts fuck you when you buy them a meal? They’re happy and appreciative.”
“Kendall wouldn’t look twice at you!” Charlotte flared.
Hurt flickered across Bash’s face, quickly replaced by anger. “Either she’s lying or you’re lying.”
“I am not a fibber!” Charlotte yelled.
“Neither are you a fucking toddler,” Bash said flatly. “You got out of that fucking stage about ninety years ago.”
“How dare you! No gentleman disparages a lady or discusses her age.”
Eyes crinkling with humor, Bash grinned. “Who the fuck says fibber?”
“Liar is a harsh word, Mr. Bash.”
He didn’t correct her. “I got another question for you,” he said instead.
“Are you accepting my offer?”
“I’m thinking about it. Now, do you need fucking glasses or a goddamn psych ward?”
“Excuse me?”
“You might need both if you look atmeand see a fucking gentleman.”
“Oh, for God’s sake!” she cried, her face reddening. “Can you stick to one subject?”
“Can I?”
She growled. “I am willing to hand you that little trollop with little to no effort. All you have to do is swear you won’t kill my Brooks.”
Bash signaled the bartender for a drink. Cap brought a setup for everyone.
Once everyone had a beer and Bash finished a bottle, then grabbed another one, he nodded to Charlotte. “You seem not to like Megan too much.”
“Bygones were bygones, but I’ve always warned Kendall that Mr. Donovan wouldn’t behave as long as Meggie was around. And look what’s happening? My poor girl is losing herself and Brooks’s life is on the line.”
“Because of Meggie?” Bash asked slowly.
“She isn’t telling the fucking truth, Bash,” Easton said quickly.
“Yes!” Charlotte said.
“She almost led Kendall to suicide.”
Bash straightened. “Megan Caldwell almost caused Kendall to kill herself?”
“That isn’t true,” Randolph echoed, alarm dropping into his face.
“Who are you?” Charlotte sneered.
“A dead motherfucker if he doesn’t shut up,” Bash warned.
“If it’s Brooks’s life over that whore’s, I choose my Brooks any day,” Charlotte said around sniffles, the picture of devastation. “Please, take her instead of Brooks.”
“Where is all this coming from?” Bash asked. “Has Brooks done something that’ll make me kill him?”
