coming over until later?” I question her, bending down and giving her a kiss on her cheek. The two of them are sitting at the table. “I didn’t see your other car outside.”
“I wasn’t going to come over until later, but when Bill called and said he would pick me up, I couldn’t refuse. Besides, it gives me the whole day to spend with my little granddaughter.”
“Ah, the truth comes out,” I say, plastering on a fake smile.
Clove comes up and stands in front of me. I wrap my arms around her waist.
“What’s my surprise?”
“Lisa is here. I knew it was her day off so I called her and asked her if she would come over and do your hair. She brought all the stuff to highlight it, too!” Krista says excitedly.
Clove squeals. She actually fucking squeals. Me, I scowl. I love her hair long like this. I’m not about to tell her that, though. If it makes her happy to cut it all off, then so be it.
“I think I might be in heaven.”
She pulls away from me, turns around and gives me a chaste kiss.
“You’ll be in heaven once she has those highlights in your hair and your feet soaking for a pedicure,” Krista beams.
“God, yes I will!”
She turns back around to me, but then Krista pipes up again.
“Hey, Turner. Zack called right before you guys got here and said something about Martinez bringing you down to the station to play some basketball.”
And like an alarm going off it all registers in my head what her surprise is for me. I glance to Martinez who is leaning up against the fridge with his arms folded over his chest. He nods in understanding.
“That’s a great idea.” Clove brings her arms up around my neck. “Although I wish I could be there to watch you get all sweaty.”
Yeah, there goes my cock with her sensual words. I immediately think of my mother sitting two feet away from me and he deflates.
“You’re a naughty girl. Now get your ass in there and enjoy yourself.”
I swat her on her ass as she spins and starts to walk away.
“Don’t spoil her, you two.”
She kisses her dad and my mother and the baby and saunters off down the hall.
I stand there wondering if this is the right thing to do. I fucking hate deceiving everyone around me, but this is something I need to do.
“Come on, man. Let’s go so I can kick your ass.”
Martinez steps away from his spot. I still don’t move. I haven’t been away from the two of them since I walked into the hospital room a week ago. I run my hands down my face trying to convince myself they will be fine. This is a detective’s house, for God’s sake. Tina would be fucking crazy to try and do something here. The place has more security than the damn White House. Not to mention the fucking press at the end of the road, hoping to get a word in with someone. Thank Christ we ducked down when we approached this sub-division. Martinez’ truck is well known around these parts.
“Go. Have some fun. They’ll be fine,” Bill says, finally convincing me to leave.
“Tell her to call me if she needs me. We won’t be long.”
Pushing myself away from the counter, my arms reach out to snatch up my little princess for a minute. She laughs her perfect little heartwarming laugh when I kiss her belly. I go to hand her back but my mother jumps out of her seat to take her.
“You’re sure about this, dude?” Martinez asks as we pull down the street.
I nod, once. He sets his phone into the Bluetooth and taps the screen. Zack’s voice pipes through the speakers.
“We’ll be there in fifteen. Did he agree to see him?”
“With a little persuasion, yes, he did.”
“What kind of persuasion?” I ask in suspicion.
“Get this shit. You’ll only have about ten minutes to speak to the fucker before the entire fucking FBI is in his room, so whatever you have to say, say it quick.”
“What the fuck?” Martinez and I exclaim in unison.
“Look, I gotta go. Just meet me outside of his room. He’s in three eighteen.”
The line goes dead. Something big is about to go down, I can fucking feel it. I look around the front of the hospital. Shit, how many damn reporters are there? Those people are everywhere.
“What the hell is going on?” I say out loud to no one in particular.
When we pull