Blow - Kim Karr Page 0,6
his chest. “You don’t get to decide when I’m in and when I’m out.”
“I saw the way you looked at her,” he said, his voice more even now.
I shoved him, still pissed as fuck that he went in there. As soon as he saw the woman and child, he should have bolted. “I didn’t look at her in any way. You don’t know what you’re talking about. All I want is for you to slow down and think before you involve people who don’t need to be involved.”
Maybe I had looked at that woman in a certain way, but it didn’t mean shit. I might have grown up in two very different worlds—one where wealth bred cordiality and one where violence led the way—but somehow there was a part of me that wasn’t divided, and that part would never fuck another man’s wife.
My father’s laugh was dry. “Slowing down isn’t an option and you know it. Just stay away from her,” he warned.
With an uneasy feeling, I said, “Promise me she will be left out of whatever Patrick has planned.”
He shook his head. “That’s not my call. He already thinks O’Shea needs a little motivation, which is why he sent me. Besides, Logan, chances are good that with what’s on the line, Patrick has already looked at different ways to solve this problem.”
I got right in his face. “I mean it. Make sure she’s not one of them.”
Visions flashed before me. Kidnapping. Rape. Torture.
My father looked around as if someone might be watching. “You know I can’t. That’s not my place. Besides, my visit today was strictly social.”
“Right,” I muttered under my breath.
He pointed his finger at me. “You need to calm down.”
Irate, I balled my fists at my sides. “Don’t tell me what I need.”
If that horrible gut feeling wasn’t worrisome enough, my father looked equally as troubled. “Go cool off. I’m going to see Patrick and I don’t think it’s a good idea for you to be anywhere even in his vicinity. I’ll catch a cab.”
I didn’t argue. “Fucking best idea you’ve had in a while.”
My cell started to ring and without a second thought, I walked past him and left his ass.
ELLE
“Who was that?”
As the thought escaped my lips, I cringed that I’d spoken it out loud. Michael wasn’t paying attention to me, though; he was already putting his coat on, and his aloof demeanor snapped me out of my daze.
Either he hadn’t heard me or he was ignoring my question. I waited patiently for an explanation but as the moments passed, I knew one wasn’t coming. Especially when he reached over and took Clementine from me.
Once she was fully in his arms, icy blue eyes darted to mine. “You shouldn’t have brought her here early.”
I peered at him. “Excuse me?”
“You heard me,” he responded tersely.
“Were you expecting him?”
“No,” he snapped. “He called earlier and told me he’d call me back later, or I would never have had you meet me here.”
I’d bitten back my irritation long enough. “Do you want to tell me what that was about?”
Michael grabbed Clementine’s coat from the hook and put it on her. “You know what that was about.”
His tone told me everything I needed to know.
This was about her.
He sighed and then spoke softly. “The mess she left behind is catching up with me sooner than I anticipated. I thought I had more time.”
“What did he say?”
Michael closed his eyes. “He told me time’s almost up.”
“What are you going to do?”
He stared at me without answering.
“Who is he, anyway?” I asked as a new wave of terror overtook me.
The diaper bag was on the floor and he picked it up. “Someone you don’t want to piss off. It’s best if you pretend you never saw him.”
“What’s his full name?” I pressed as I slipped my trench coat on and then my hat.
Michael opened the front door. “Sean McPherson.”
The cool wind hit my face and it blew my hat off when I stepped outside. “What does he do?”
“He’s an attorney in Dorchester.”
I walked down the steps and waited on the brick sidewalk. “That’s not what I mean and you know it.”
“It doesn’t matter what he does. What matters is that you stay away from him.” He sounded annoyed.
It pissed me off.
“I got that the first time you told me that.”
Without a second glance, he looked away.
I was exasperated but knew he wasn’t going to say anything else. We’d been having the same type of conversation for the past three months.
“Where’d you