Misfit(137)
Georgie sniffed. “Modest much?”
Although Fee was certain there were at least ten bodyguards she’d counted, only Kiln boarded the elevator with them. He pressed the button for the twentieth floor.
“The funeral was hard on Stretch. You need to talk to him. He’ll listen to you.”
“I’ll call him when we get upstairs. Let him know Sloane flew my little sister here especially to see me,” Cash instructed.
“He’s met your sister and brother-in-law?” For some reason, she’d assumed Georgie knew about Stretch in the same manner she knew of Fee.
“If you’re asking if they know we’re lovers,” Cash said bluntly, “yes. Their mansion is about the only place where Stretch and me have true freedom.”
Cash had considered Stretch enough to take him away in order to enjoy each other.
The elevator dinged. Unaware of Fee’s hurt feelings, their entourage got off the elevator and headed down a short hallway.
Another dinging elevator announced the arrival of the bodyguards. Sloane used his key card to open the door, and everyone followed him in. While Georgie headed to one of the closed doors, Cash pulled out his cell phone, and Fee just stood in the center of the room, torn between awe at her present company and dismay over the information she’d learned.
“Oh, fuck, here I thought I was home free,” Cash said with a teasing grumble.
“Me, too,” another man chortled. “I couldn’t believe the fucking bad kismet that got me here, in the same city as you.”
Cash grinned and held out his hand, yanking yet another handsome, dark-haired man into a bear hug, as they each pounded the other’s back.
Sloane walked to the two men, carrying a highball glass. “Josh is traveling with us. He wants to see what touring is like.”
“Can I say free pussy? All the free pussy I want.”
“Oh my God, you’re disgusting, Josh,” Georgie complained, at least five inches shorter now that her heels were off. “I do not want to hear where you stick your dick.”
“Hey, hey, hey,” Cash complained. “Watch your mouth!”
“Fuck you.”
“I think she’s on the rag, Cash,” Josh said in a loud whisper.
“You’ll need a rag,” Sloane said conversationally. “To mop up the guts and gore I spill from your body.” He kissed Georgie again, reminding Fee of the way Christopher couldn’t keep his hands off of Meggie. “How are my son and daughter?”
“Sleeping,” Georgie announced, grabbing Sloane’s drink and sipping. “So is Zelda,” she said as she handed the glass back to him. She looked at Fee. “I’m sorry I ran off and left you on your own, Fee. Please, make yourself at home.”
“Excuse my manners,” Josh said with a smile. He wore a dress shirt with the collar open and sleeves rolled up. His gray suit trousers fit him well, but also made him look out of place next to Cash and Sloane. “I’m Cash’s half-brother, Joshua McCall. And you are?”
“Ophelia Donovan,” Cash introduced. “A very special woman.”
“Call me Fee,” she said shyly, smiling in pleasure at the possessive way Cash gazed at her.
“There he is!” Josh interrupted. “Stretch is in the house. I knew my drinking buddy wasn’t far away.”
Fee turned to the door and saw one of the bodyguards standing there. He must’ve allowed Stretch in. Obviously, he was known by everyone.
Stretch limped to Fee, pausing long enough to take her hand and continue on. No one lifted a brow.
Cash looked from one to the other, and cursed. “That fucking bad, huh?”
“I don’t know why I went to the funeral,” Stretch responded. “I’ll always be the freak.” He looked at the floor, his grip on Fee hard and tense. “The fag.”
“Wait a fucking minute,” Cash barked. “Those motherfuckers said that to you?” When Stretch didn’t answer, Cash looked at Fee and she nodded, hurt for Stretch. “Get off your leg,” he ordered.
Without a word, Stretch released Fee’s hand and made his way to the sofa.
“We need to pay a few motherfuckers a visit,” Josh commented. “What do you say?”
“I’d say you’re right. I’m going to call Outlaw. See if we could meet up with one of the chapter presidents.”
“Don’t,” Stretch said. “I just want to get back to the club. I don’t need them. I have you and Fee.”
“When are y’all leaving?” Georgie asked, unfazed by the conversation.
“Tomorrow afternoon,” Fee responded.
“You’re here so why not stay another day?” Sloane suggested. “Let the McCall Monsters hang out together. We’ll get you back home the day after.”