for the way he’d manipulated me the night before. He’d had me so horny I couldn’t think straight, and then given me a choice between two nights. It wasn’t until I was in the shower after waking that I even realized there was a third choice — don’t go at all.
However, watching him with Nora that morning, I knew I had to go. The MC was his family. I had to make things right with his family.
I set the table and put the preserves and butter out before I went to check on the boys. They shower at night, so all they have to do in the morning is put clothes on, brush their teeth, comb their hair, eat, and grab their backpacks.
Which sounds simple, until you throw nine-year-old twin boys into the mix.
They were arguing over whether a shirt was dirty or clean when I walked into their bedroom. One twin doesn’t give a fuck about that sort of thing, the other gives way too many fucks for a nine-year-old. I settled the argument by smelling it and tossing it in the dirty-clothes bin before turning and walking out the door. “Breakfast in about five minutes. If you’re late, there won’t be any bacon left.”
Frost was cooking bacon and sausage, so they wouldn’t starve, but the boys love bacon.
We all left the house at the same time — the kids in my car and Frost in his truck. Seeing his truck reminded me again of the damned catnip. The kids had helped plant it, and had laughed the whole time.
Chapter Twenty
Frost
I went to two jobsites before I made it to the office. Someone had brought donuts, and I usually don’t want them, but they smelled good so I grabbed one. Turns out, it went well with my black coffee.
Most single men would’ve been freaked out after an evening and then morning of domesticity, but I’d loved every minute of it. I barely knew the kids, and I knew it wasn’t always going to be so happy and congenial, but that was okay. I liked all three kids, and I liked the prospect of stepping into the family.
I missed having kids in my life to spoil.
Matty emailed me a picture of a room done the way he’d described for my bedroom — with the bed in the middle of the room like a centerpiece. The room he sent had little sexy statues in the corners, and I had a feeling that was important.
I texted him to call me when he could talk, and he called five minutes later. He named a store at the mall I recognized and said they had a black rug, black curtains, and black oversized, super-filled comforter. Also, the sheets and bed skirt.
“Will it look right without the kinky statues in the corner?”
“The tree you got is all you need. The dresser takes up one wall, and the closet and bathroom doors are on the other wall. The grow-light you bought kicks ass, you just need to make sure you hang it right. I’ll send a drawing.”
Matty certainly knew what he was doing. “Thanks. She’ll be here tomorrow night. Can I, like, hang paddles and whips on a wall or something?”
“Are they black?”
“Floggers and whips are black. I have some wooden paddles.”
He chuckled. “Of course you do. Okay then, I assume you don’t have to worry about wall damage and screw holes. I’ll send some pictures of pretty black hangers for you to hang stuff on, and where you can buy them. Also, a few pictures of how to do it so it’ll work with the décor.”
He told me which wall to put them on, and let me go. I went to the mall, bought the shit he’d sent me pictures of, and went home to take a nap. Squatch and I weren’t leaving until midnight, so I set my alarm for eleven to give me time to eat.
We left our phones at home and took the burners Mad Dog gave us. He was running the control room.
Squatch and I walked seven blocks, keeping to the shadows. He knew which car we were lifting, and had the app on the burner ready for it. We neared the black nondescript sedan, he activated the app, and we opened the doors and got in. We wore black jeans, long sleeved black tees, flesh colored gloves, and we’d shaved our heads and showered.
The prospect was working patrol. His first time solo. Mad Dog let us know where he was,