groaned and covered my face with my hands. “That’s why he and Frankie don’t get along. He’s never even met Brat, and he already hates him. And you know how Brat loves men. Oh, this is going to be a disaster.”
“Why does he already hate him?”
“The last time Frankie came to visit; Brat was a piglet. She’d only had him for a few weeks. Anyway, she set up this portable contraption for him in the guest room they were using. She put a litter box in there and promised me the pig would use it. Well, while we were asleep, Brat used his nose to tip the enclosure over and set himself free. And then he went straight to Tiernan’s room where he tugged the blankets off the bed and made himself a love nest. But when his love didn’t come home, he shit on the blankets and turned over every potted plant on Tiernan’s side of the house.”
He laughed. “What’s with the potted plants?”
I shrugged. “He wallowed in each pile of dirt, but no one knows why he did. Frankie thinks it was nothing more than a pig wanting to wallow in dirt, but I think he did it because it ground that dark, rich soil into his plush white carpet, ruining it forever.”
“I’m surprised he didn’t roast that pig for dinner.”
“He tried. And he probably will if they get there before we do,” I said, not at all joking.
As luck would have it, Tiernan wasn’t home when we arrived, and Frankie was still over an hour away, which gave me plenty of time to prevent a disastrous meeting between the two. In other words, it gave me plenty of time to hide Brat and threaten Frankie with revealing the secret we never speak of.
However, I still needed to find out when Tiernan would be back so we could plan accordingly. I also wanted to give him a heads-up about my guests, and I wasn’t sure which one I was more concerned about—Bronze or Brat. But after calling his cell phone and texting him with no response, I called the front gate and asked Dickerson if he knew where Tiernan was.
“He left the day before yesterday on an unexpected business trip. He did mention he had a mess to clean up and didn’t know how long he’d be gone. I’ll be sure to let you know if I hear from him,” he explained.
“Thanks, Dickerson. I’ll do the same for you.”
Knowing I would have plenty of warning before Tiernan came home allowed me to relax. With that potential disaster avoided, I returned to the kitchen to find Bronze making a bottle for Blue.
“Can I feed her?” I asked.
He glanced at me over his shoulder with his little girl cradled in his arms and grinned. I damn near died right there in the middle of the kitchen. “You can do anything you want, Sweet Sloane.”
“Behave, dirty biker man, and give me the baby,” I teased.
He easily passed her to me, and I giggled at the confused look on her face. She was still in the process of waking up from her long nap in the car, which Bronze explained was the equivalent of a much-needed, deep, hard sleep for an adult.
“Peek-a-boo, Blue. It’s Aunt Sloane,” I sang cheerfully, and promptly froze, wishing my hands were free so I could slap my hand over my mouth. “I’m sorry. Some of my friends’ kids call me Aunt Sloane, and I guess it just came out.”
He looked up from where he was testing the temperature of the bottle. “Doesn’t bother me as long as you know I’m not your friend.”
“You’re not?” I asked in mock surprise.
Leaning close, he placed his lips against the shell of my ear. “We’ll talk about this later. When I’ve got your naked body underneath me, and I’m balls deep in your tight cunt.” He punctuated his words with a pinch to my ass before he held out Blue’s bottle for me.
When I reached for it, he pulled it back slightly, in a way that made me think he wasn’t comfortable letting me feed her. “If you’re not okay with this, just tell me.”
He shook his head and handed me the bottle. “It has nothing to do with you and everything to do with me. She choked when she was a few days old, and it scared the ever-loving shit out of me. It hasn’t happened again, but I still hesitate every time someone new feeds her for the first