Page 16 of A Wrench in the Plan
“I didn’t like that guy anyway.”
“Same. He wasn’t good enough for her.”
They met him, like, twice. Because I had been trying very hard to keep the two lives separate. I hadn’t started dating Dustin as a way to make Chry jealous or rub it in his face— not that it would have worked even if I had. Also, they never told me they didn’t like him. Where in the world was this coming from?!
“Our Cat definitely deserves someone way better than that asshole,” Chry said.
“Exactly,” Evan stated like the word had been waiting on the tip of his tongue.
What?!
Why did it sound like they were a couple of guys that never had kids and adored their pet more than any other human around? Was I their pet? Oh gosh, no! I was their pet and they were a couple of over-protective pet daddies.
How did our relationship turn into this?!
I groaned out loud at this new revelation. I did not like it one bit.
“Are you dying?” Chry asked with humor in his tone.
“No,” I told him. “Just wish I hadn’t had so much.”
Actually, I was feeling rather sober now.
I shifted until I was sitting straight up in the seat, and readjusted my ponytail, tugging it a little too hard.
Oh, thank goodness. We were at the compound now. Hopefully, that meant the end of this strangeness.
“Come on,” Chry said as he opened the back door for me. “Let’s go see if we can find some leftovers. Need something to soak up that alcohol or else you’ll be feeling it in the morning.”
Graceful as ever, I slid out of the SUV, grabbing onto Chry’s waiting hand just long enough to get steady on my feet.
We walked through the clubhouse lounge.
“What time is it?” I asked because everyone here looked like they’d just started for the night.
“Eleven,” Chry answered.
Wow. I would have sworn Evan and I shut down the bar. To be fair, we did start early, and those martinis tasted so yummy that I couldn’t stop.
I nodded to a few of the brothers after they send chin-jerks our way. They were probably meant for Chry and Evan, but I felt weird not doing anything back when I saw it.
I rounded the corner into the kitchen and blinked at the older version of me.
“What are you doing here?!” I asked, sounding very accusatory.
My mom whipped around and raised a brow the instant she saw me.
“Well, I can see you won’t be coming home tonight. Better scoot. Your dad will be down here any second now,” she said.
I had no choice but to think that what I’d been up to tonight was written all over my face.
I wondered how bad I looked if she was rushing us out of there like that. My makeup had been perfect when the night started. My hair, too. I had danced a little, but I couldn’t imagine that I had reached train-wreck level. And I was sure I was walking just fine now that the world had stopped spinning.
“You know how he is about you girls hanging around the clubhouse after hours,” she went on.
The club had family-friendly hours during the day, but once those were done, it turned X-rated around here. I wasn’t oblivious to that fact. I very rarely stepped foot in the clubhouse after those hours. There were just some things I didnotneed to see. More specifically, parts I didn’t need to see. I still couldn’t face Honey after that one night I wasn’t thinking and came here looking for Sparrow. That man had more metal in his rod than a mouth full of braces.
“Not to mention how you’re…” she kept going, giving me a very motherly look of ‘I’m not going to say it, but we all know it.’
