“Fuck you!” she shouted in his face.
“You follow the kids here?” Tack barked in hers.
“They are not spendin’ time with your latest piece of tail!” she yelled.
“You’re tellin’ me you slunk out to your f**kin’ car and followed your kids to my woman’s house,” Tack stated.
His woman? When did I become Tack’s woman?
“Tabby’s already part-slut, spendin’ time around you and all your bitches. She don’t need to learn the high-class, fancy-ass way to spread her legs,” Naomi fired back.
I gasped, Rush made a noise like a growl and Tabby whimpered.
Automatically, my arm stretched back, searching blindly until I found it and then I wrapped my hand around Tabby’s, held it tight and moved back until the back of my side touched the front of hers. The minute it did, Tabby’s hand closed around mine like a vice.
“Did I just hear you?” Tack said in a soft, dangerous voice.
“You heard me, ass**le,” Naomi snapped.
“You’re tellin’ me I just heard you,” Tack gave her another opportunity to stand down.
“You heard me,” she clipped.
Another knock came at the door at the exact same time Lanie made her appearance.
“What on earth is going on?” she asked from the mouth of the hall wearing her shimmery, fabulous, short kimono, a towel wrapped around her head, her beautiful face and perfect bone structure no less beautiful with my pale pink terrycloth towel framing it.
Naomi looked around Tack at Lanie then back at Tack and she shrieked, “Fuck me, you buildin’ a harem?”
Another knock at the door.
Tack’s hand wrapped around Naomi’s arm and he yanked her from the door. Stepping back, he threw it open.
I peered outside and stared in shock at my favorite aunt, Bette, and favorite uncle, Marshall, who didn’t live in Denver. They lived outside DC.
Aunt Bette’s eyes were round and she took in the inhabitants of my living room, her gaze finally resting on me and I knew she’d heard Naomi but then again, how could she not?
“Uh… surprise?” she asked and Uncle Marshall pushed in, shoving his wife in with him as Tack took a couple of steps back, dragging Naomi.
Uncle Marsh’s eyes also looked around my living room then found me.
Then, just like Uncle Marsh, he grinned his shit-eating grin.
There was only one person on this entire earth that could hear a foul-mouthed woman shrieking in his beloved niece’s house and find it grin-worthy and that was my Uncle Marsh.
I pulled in breath through my nostrils, tipped my head back to look at the ceiling then I looked at Uncle Marsh and grinned back.
Chapter Twelve
Family Reunion
“You might wanna step aside,” Tack growled at Aunt Bette and Uncle Marsh.
Aunt Bette stared up at him but Uncle Marsh shuffled Aunt Bette to the side just as Tack manhandled a struggling, spitting Naomi out the door. He slammed it in her face and locked it. And then he turned to face the room.
Pounding came at the door and Naomi could be heard screaming, “You did not just do that!”
With all that was happening and without having had that first cup of coffee, I was at a loss but luckily my feet weren’t. They took me to Aunt Bette while more pounding sounds came at the door and I knew, being closer to them, they came from fists and feet.