For The Love of Easton (For the Love Of #2) - A.M. Hargrove Page 0,68
was. But you forgot the condom again.”
“Shit. I adore sex with you so much, you make me forget. Your body is made for it.”
“As is yours. You weaken me.”
“Weaken you?”
“Yes, you give me pasta legs. They’re like spaghetti now. Not an ounce of strength in them.”
“I’ll take that as a good thing.”
“It’s much better than good. I’ll run by the pharmacy on the way to the hospital in the morning.”
He kissed me, taking possession of my mouth, as though he was seeking secrets that might have been hidden in there. We made out until the water ran cold.
He carefully dried me off and then we went to bed. We both crashed and didn’t move until my phone rang in the morning.
“English, I’m getting ready to go to the hospital. Are you ready? I’m headed over.”
Ugh, it was my mom and I’d forgotten to set the alarm.
Chapter Thirty-Four
Tristian
“Shit!” English hopped out of bed.
“Babe, what’s wrong?”
“My mom is on the way over. I forgot to set the alarm.”
“It’s fine. Calm down and get dressed. I’ll handle her when she gets here.”
She stopped hopping, smiled and went into the bathroom. I opened my suitcase and pulled on a pair of jeans and a T-shirt. Then I ran down the stairs and put some coffee on. I heard the horn honk, so I ran outside and told Sheridan it would be a minute or two.
I fixed English a large cup of coffee to take with her and by that time she was skipping down the steps and hunting for her purse.
“Over there.” I pointed to the sofa. “Here. It’s for the ride.” I handed her the coffee.
A smile reached her eyes. “Thank you.” She kissed me on the lips and ran out the door. What a morning. And the night before. With English gone for a few hours, I’d have some time to process.
First order of business was to email Beck explaining why I’d be late meeting him. Then I contacted the attorney to explain the situation with Stuart’s father.
His reaction was priceless. “You’re joking.”
“Not at all.”
“Let me get this straight. He came to the Bridgeses’, forced his way inside and threatened to take Easton away. When Mrs. Bridges wouldn’t give in, he railed on and on and then her father-in-law showed up and he punched him?”
“That about sums it up.”
“Please hold.” I heard him call for his admin. He asked her to run a search on any press releases from the governor’s office. Then he was back. “I hope they fire him, but I won’t hold my breath.”
“True, but how shall we proceed?”
“We’ll take out another order of protection and this time we’ll extend it to cover the entire Bridges family too.”
“This gets better and better. Is there anything else we can do?”
“You won’t have to. They just buried themselves.”
“That’s what I figured.”
“Don’t worry about a thing. I’ll get everything handled. If you and English are in agreement, I think we should sue.”
“I am, but let me check with her. And thanks.” I finished the call and headed over to see my brother.
My sister greeted me with cold eyes and a pinched mouth.
“Hello, Ravina. How’s the job hunt?” I asked lightly.
She sneered. “I imagine it’s the same as the wife hunt.”
“Is that so? Then congratulations must be in order.”
The sneer turned into a frown. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“I’m not on any hunt, so I guess that means you’ve found a job.”
“I’ve done no such thing. You know those… people”—she spat the word—“are beneath me.”
“I have one question for you. Whoever died and pronounced you queen?”
“Oh, you think you’re so special now that Dad made you the heir, don’t you?”
“Matter of fact, I wish he hadn’t. Then I wouldn’t have to put up with your surly disposition.” God, she was a pain in the ass. I climbed the stairs without another word.
My brothers were deep in work, the older walking on one crutch and the younger typing away on a computer keyboard.
“Hey, Tris. What brings you here? I thought you were headed to Vietnam?” Stanton asked.
“It was delayed for a number of reasons, one of which was I went to Vegas and got married.”
Both of them stared at me like I was a ghost.
“What?”
“Yep. I’m hitched to a gorgeous woman.”
“Congratulations?” Stanton asked.
“Hell, yeah. I picked the best of the best and can’t wait for you to meet her.”
“Well, damn, bro. Who is she?”
“Her name is English Bridges Baines.”
Stanton reeled. “Whoa. Is she any relation to Beck Bridges, your sort-of-boss?”