Page 217 of Ruptured
“Dude, you’re the cook. Shouldn’t you clean the kitchen?”
“You were hired as the housekeeper!”
“I know more about cooking. My mom or my fuck buddies always cleaned up for me.”
“Do you know how to do laundry?”
“Yeah,” Kaia said resentfully. “She told me to dry-clean them.”
“Did you check your tablet with all the information about which services she uses?”
“Nope, because she didn’t give me a notebook and I dry-cleaned them here, so it’s all good.”
“I had a tablet in my room at the club when I accepted her job, so I knowyouhad one.”
“Bishop, dude, I didn’t have a tablet. I don’t even have a pen.”
Heaving in a breath and releasing it, Bishop shook his head. “I think we’re suffering from an extreme lack of communication.”
Before Kaia answered, Mrs. Caldwell’s assistant, Bunny, walked in and froze. Her eyes widened. “What happened to the kitchen?” Folding her arms, she turned to Kaia. “Meggie isn’t feeling well,” she said, her tone much friendlier than theirritation on her face. “You should’ve texted me if you needed help. Or even called me. That’s what I’m here for until you get the hang of things.”
“I don’t have your number.”
“It’s in your tablet,” she said. “As is Outlaw’s, Diesel’s, Bishop’s, and Mortician’s. Oh!” She dug in her pocket and came up with an envelope, then held it out to Kaia. “Meggie wanted me to give you this. Money to buy whatever else you need.”
“I-I think she got me everything.”
“Not underwear,” Bunny answered, flapping the envelope. “She didn’t know what style you preferred, and she thought it was too personal, anyway.”
“Thanks,” Kaia said, accepting the envelope, folding it as small as possible, and stuffing it in the pocket of his jeans.
“I know it might be a little overwhelming right now, but don’t forget to use the house spray once you’re done mopping, vacuuming and dusting. Focus on the most heavily used areas every day. Every four to six weeks, run-through the other rooms.”
“Aren’t I supposed to sweep?”
“Of course.”
“He meansonlysweep,” Bishop supplied.
“Uh…” Bunny’s eyes widened. “Well, no. It’s much more than sweeping. For now, clean the kitchen while I borrow this one.” Smiling, she pointed at Bishop. “Meggie can’t wait to order the clothes for your sister’s baby, but she wants you to pick them out.”
Smirking at Kaia, Bishop sauntered by. “Have fun,” he threw over his shoulder and left Kaia alone with an enormous mess because no one had bothered to even stack the dishes.
Last minute instructions from Outlaw.
Five minutes with Ax.
See Aunt Meggie.
Talk to Kaia.
Check on Jana. Take with?
Final overnight bag inventory.
Hit the road.
Stuffing his list in the inside pocket of his cut, Diesel sat his overnight bag on the floor and closed his bedroom door. Once he fueled up, he’d hit the road and then cross off his last remaining task. He fished out the key in his jeans, then turned the lock. He had a long ride ahead of him. That was the only reason he’d decided against inviting Jana. He wasn’t sure how she’d fare onthe road for fourteen hours. He didn’t want her to slow him down nor did he want to cause her discomfort, so leaving her was best. “Diesel?”
