“I not going with Rule and Rebel to Ant Zoann, MegAnn,” CJ said. “I going with you and ‘Law.”
“But—”
“No!” he shouted defiantly, tears sliding down his cheeks.
“Come here, CJ,” Christopher demanded, slightly appeased when his kid complied immediately and looked up at him. “You gonna turn the fuck around and apologize to your ma. If you ever talk to her in that fuckin’ tone again, you ain’t gonna see Harley for a fuckin’ week. Your ma tell you to do something, you fuckin’ do it. She your ma. You not her pops. She ain’t gotta explain a fuckin’ thing to you about what the fuck she wanna do or why she wanna do it. Hear me?”
By the time he was finished, CJ had thrown himself on the floor, sobbing so pitifully Christopher turned away. But, fuck, his boy was a handful. Although he wanted to tell her to let him stew in Christopher’s words, he didn’t stop Megan from picking their kid up. Besides, Christopher figured it would once more demonstrate each of their roles in their household.
“I’ll meet you downstairs,” she said to Christopher, setting CJ on his feet and grabbing his hand before guiding him out.
Her fluttering hair and graceful movements drew Christopher’s attention as much as the sway of her hips.
After setting the thermostat and timer on the lights in their bedroom, Christopher made his way downstairs. Soft music pumped through the sound system, reminding him of their quiet time together in the den most nights. Just as the thought crossed his mind, the music stopped and Megan walked into the hallway.
She looked so fucking fuckable. Fuck, he could rip her jumpsuit off and fuck her for hours. Her eyes twinkling, she gave him the once over and winked at him.
“Little bitch,” he said with a chuckle.
“Behave.”
“My boy went with Bitsy without a fuckin’ tantrum?”
Megan poked her tongue out at him. “What do you think? He’s your son. You two are stubborn alike.”
Christopher had much better uses for her tongue. As he thought of having it wrapped around his cock, she continued talking.
“Kendall isn’t feeling well and is demanding Johnnie drive her to Portland to the shop where Bunny is going to look at gowns.”
“You talked to Johnnie’s bitch?” It had been days since Megan had spoken to Kendall on the telephone.
“No. Fee. Kendall’s having Johnnie pick Fee up because they haven’t seen each other in a while. Fee wanted to know if I might make it, and I told her probably not.”
He couldn’t detect if she was disappointed or not. “You can go if you wanna.”
“I want to be with you,” she said, and he saw the truth of her statement in her lovely eyes. “I always want to be with you.”
“I always wanna be with you, baby.”
“I was just telling you because Bunny might end up taking Ryder with her to look at wedding gowns. I don’t want Ryder and Johnnie in the same place together to set her off.”
Yeah, cuz psycho cunts that said Megan and Johnnie fucked belonged in psycho camps to keep Christopher from fucking her up.
Megan smiled. “Ready?” she asked.
He walked to her and grabbed her by the waist. “To fuck.”
She giggled. “We have an appointment to get to.”
Backing her against the wall, he pressed his hard cock into her belly, breathing in her cherry blossom scent. Thinking of Roxy made him tighten his hold on Megan. “I found out why Roxy not been here,” he whispered, tangling his fingers through her hair to draw strength from her. He kissed her hairline. “She got cancer, baby.”
Saying those words in association with somebody he knew and cared about seemed like he’d floated out of his body and landed somewhere else.
Megan went still. “What?”
He drew in a deep breath, then pulled away from her and got his phone out of his pocket. Finding the email Riley sent to him after this morning’s conversation, he opened the photo that rocked the fuck out of his world. The one where Roxy had no hair. “Here,” he said, handing Megan the phone.
Glancing at the photo, Megan paled and her mouth fell open.
“Mort know she sick, but he don’t know why. What the fuck I do, Megan?”
She embraced him. “Tell Mortician,” she wobbled out, resting her head on his chest and releasing a sigh-sob. “Tonight, I’m going to call Roxy and ask if there’s anything I can do. Ask her why she wouldn’t tell me before. At least, we now know why she hasn’t called.”
“And Bailey? Tell her?”
“Would you tell me?”
“Yes,” Christopher answered without hesitation. “Why? What that got to do with this?”