thought about telling her about his call with Felicia, but he didn’t see the point, and he didn’t want that ruining the evening either. Instead, he told her about the progress on the construction today and the drama they’d had when they’d had to call 911 because a customer in the lobby began feeling faint.
“Old guy’s blood sugar was too low.” He took his first bite of her spaghetti. Not wanting to comment just yet on the sticky ass pasta, he took a sip of his tea and went on instead. “The traffic was a mess out front. What with all the construction trucks, and then first responder vehicles blocking the street, it was backed up for blocks.” She eyed him as he took a bite of the overly salty garlic bread. “Little salty,” he said but added quickly when her bright eyes waned a little, “but the spaghetti’s good. Pasta’s just a little overdone, but the flavor is good.” He picked up her hand and kissed it. “You don’t have to cook every day you’re here, babe. You got enough work dealing with the baby. I’ll leave you money or one of my cards so you can order out or buy something to just throw in the oven.”
“I need the practice,” she said, squeezing his hand. “My mom always told me the more I cooked the better I’d get at it. I was just too busy being angry and getting into trouble to try cooking all the recipes she tried to teach me.” Those beautiful eyes gazed into his. “I wanna get better. For you.” She turned to the baby. “And him. I’d love nothing more than for him to miss mom’s cooking someday.”
Jesus Christ, could she be any more perfect? He leaned in to kiss her again, and it went on longer than he first anticipated. He nearly came off his chair as he leaned in further, cradling her face in his hands, kissing her deeper and longer, moaning when her hand ran up his thigh and stopped just over his already throbbing cock. Fuck the car he’d planned working on. The moment they had Oreo down for the count, Orlando was ready to make love to her, and he did. All night.
Orlando had been pissed that he hadn’t thought to ask Dani about her next court date sooner. This was a big one and one he would’ve wanted to be there for her. He, Beast, and Nine had to fly out to Vegas to shoot a video with a car restoration reality show out there the day before her court date. He wouldn’t be flying back in until the afternoon when her court appearance was over, but he’d managed to change his flight back into LA at the last minute, so he might try to make it. Then of course the flight was delayed. His fucking flight landed just forty minutes before her hearing. He raced through LA traffic to get there and surprise her because she didn’t expect him to be there. Unbelievably, he arrived at the courthouse just minutes before her hearing, but getting through security took more time. He rushed through the hallways, trying to find her courtroom, and not knock people over in the crowded hallways in the process. When he finally got to her courtroom that was just filing in, he did a double take when he saw it, and his insides were instantly on fire. Dani was walking in with someone who appeared to be her lawyer still briefing her on one side and Ted on the other side—hand in hand with her. What the fuck?
There were too many people in front of him, and then they closed the doors before he could get in. “Courtroom is at capacity,” the bailiff announced. “We’ll let people in as others exit.”
Still on fire, Orlando paced the hallway. He peeked into the window, feeling his blood boil when he saw Dani sitting next to the old fuck as he put his arm around her. Knowing he couldn’t make a scene there with so many cops ready to pounce, he decided to just wait outside, as his mind raced to try and figure out what the hell was going on. There were too many cops and bailiffs for him to chance his reaction to seeing her walk out hand in hand with her ex again. It felt like an eternity when they finally walked out into the parking lot, thankfully not holding hands again but