Avenging Us - Gina Whitney Page 0,63

up for this drama. I wouldn’t if I didn’t have to. It was one big head-trip and did nothing but cause problems. Having a jealous fiancée just made it worse.

Dave opened the limo door and jumped out. Gia unlocked the baby’s carrier and handed Bella to me. Her eyes were wide open, staring up at me. “Let’s welcome home our daughter, caveman. And get that brooding look off your face. Bella’s probably like, ‘look how mean he looks.’” She cackled, bunching up her sundress to scoot out of the car.

“That’s not funny at all, and don’t let Chance hear you say that or you’ll get it.” Last thing I needed was his gayness fucking with me about my broodiness with Bella.

Dave kissed Gia on the cheek as I held Bella. “My car’s over there, so I’m going to take off. The boys were planning on stopping by. But we can do it another day…being that this is your first day home with Bella.”

I shook his hand. “Nah, it’s cool. I’ll call them myself. I have to talk to Jake anyway.”

“Cool,” he tossed out, walking over to his car.

“Thanks, Dave,” Gia yelled. He waved and pulled down the driveway.

“I’ll have the bags brought in. I’m dying to just relax,” I said as I opened the door. Gia followed closely behind. I heard the sound of rumbling laughter and saw something that blew my mind. I stopped short just before the entrance of the kitchen.

“What…?” Gia whispered.

What the fuck? Gia poked her head around my arm to see. Michael and Chance were lip-locked in the kitchen. “Jesus Christ…really?”

“Stop it with your big homophobic mouth. Maybe we can see something good.” She looked on with delight. My delightful little freak was into male-male.

“My my my, aren’t we full of surprises,” I said, turning to face Gia and caught her smirk. “We’ll talk later, my kinky beauty.” Then I turned my attention to the pride parade going on in my kitchen. And here I thought Michael was just concerned last night. Meanwhile, he was fishing for information for his own gain.

Gia pinched me on the arm. “Don’t use up all your brain power and stop being an idiot. He’s our friend. Be fucking happy, you ogre.” She snarled and then walked into the kitchen. “We’re home!” Gia shouted, and then went on to pretend that we didn’t see a thing.

Chance’s face blanched, and Michael moved quickly to the stove. I chuckled and Chance immediately squinted at me. I raised an eyebrow, daring him to say something snarky, but he didn’t. “Now, my day is made.” He ran over to Gia, folding her into his arms while I placed Bella on the top of the kitchen island.

Jessie came around the island to fawn over Bella. “She’s so beautiful. You’re both very blessed.”

Gia smiled happily. “Awe, that’s really sweet. Thank you, Jessie. I feel blessed.”

Jessie regarded the baby for a few seconds more while Gia washed her hands thoroughly.

“May I?” Michael asked before approaching.

“Sure,” I responded, but still felt distracted by what I witnessed. I had a quick look around…looking for any evidence of an orgy. My eyes wandered beyond the open patio doors to the pool area, scanning the outdoor furniture…it looked intact. There wasn’t anything noticeable like pillows thrown anywhere, no shorts laying on the ground poolside. My eyes then landed on Chance, who was already staring at me. I smiled at him slowly as he gave me the finger. Whatever. “Michael, I’d like us to sit down over the next few days to plan a menu.”

“Absolutely, what is it for?” he answered while Bella held his finger in her tiny hand.

Gia poured some iced-tea and came around to sit in front of Bella.

“Our wedding.”

“Wedding?” Chance yelled.

I don’t know why it pissed me off, but it did. “We’re engaged. Makes sense there’d be a wedding.”

“Well, yes…but I just thought it was going to be around the holidays.” Chance back-peddled, looking at Gia with wide eyes and a panic-stricken expression. Gia looked at me and rolled her eyes. She was the one person that called me out on my shit. She knew I was a fucked-up mess inside, and needed a way to make it right. For me, for her. For us.

It was Michael who interrupted Chance’s impending hissy fit. “What time frame are you looking at?”

“I just need enough time to shed some of this baby weight I hope,” she said calmly. She knew I’d give her some time. It didn’t have to be