Page 239 of Remiss
“I told you I’d take care of it.”
“But have you?”
He opened his mouth and Kendall shook her head.
“Bringing me flowers, flirting with me, asking me out means nothing if you want to hurt my daughter. Meggie and her daughter. My husband’s club.”
“Does how I feel about you make a difference?”
Kendall shook her head. “How would you feel if I was married to you and another man was trying to take me away?”
“I’m not Johnnie. I’d appreciate you and your worth, Kendall,” he gritted in annoyance. “Andif another motherfucker brought you flowers and you accepted them, I’d kill both of you.”
“How fucking romantic,” she snapped.
“For me, it is,” he grouched. “I usually kill cunts because they’re cunts. Withyou, I’d kill you for being a cheating cunt.”
“I accepted your fucking flowers and you don’t think I’m a cheater.”
“I don’t fucking count.”
“Of course not, fuckhead. You fucking maniacs are just alike.”
“I’m nothing like Johnnie, gorgeous.”
“I didn’t mean Johnnie. I meant that other psychopath.Christopher.”
He didn’t have fucking eyebrows at the moment, but she knew they would’ve lifted by the movement of his forehead. “You think I’m like Christopher.”
“Is that a good thing?” she asked slowly.
Bash thought for a moment, then nodded.
He liked being compared to Christopher? Well, then. “You admire him,” she guessed, reaching out and patting his hand. “It’s okay. It’s a disease. It’s almost killed Johnnie on more than one occasion.”
Bash kept his gaze on their hands before he reached out and grabbed her fingers, laying them against his arm. She didn’t move or flinch, especially when his eyes flared in surprise and he looked at her.
“Come out with me, Kendall. I’ll do my best to say the right things. When it’s over, I swear I won’t force my cock down your throat if you don’t want it there.”
Kendall cleared her throat. “As flattered as I am by your offer to take me out, I love Johnnie,” she said, and gently squeezed his arm.
He met her gaze. “If Johnnie wasn’t in the picture, I’d have a chance?”
Only if she was a fucking lunatic. Laughing merrily, she removed her hand and clasped both in front of her. “That’s a trick question, sir.”
He snickered. “How so?”
“Come on, fuckhead,” she said, rolling her eyes. “If I said yes, we both know he’d turn up dead.”
“You really do love him then?”
“I don’t make a habit of saying something I don’t mean. I adore Johnnie.” She did with everything in her. She just didn’t believe in him anymore. “Iwant to punch him sometimes—”
“I volunteer to do the job on your behalf.”
“I’ll pass, thank you.”
“If you ever need me, you know where to find me.”
