Pacing, Kendall threw Meggie a hate-filled glare. “Johnnie is my husband not yours. Do not call him as if you own him.”
Closing her eyes, Meggie heaved in a breath. “Kendall,” she started, her tone calmer. “Johnnie loves you. You’re everything he wants and needs, and so much more. You’re a beautiful, intelligent woman, and the mother of his children.” She nodded to Kendall’s stomach. “You’re pregnant again, too, so he’d never deliberately upset you. You’re his everything.”
Instead of appeasing Kendall, Meggie’s words angered her completely. “Nice little pep talk,” she sneered.
“Kendall, you’re stressing yourself out,” Stretch interjected, remembering Meggie’s words the day he’d left for Kansas City. She’d changed tactics for a go at peace.
“What do you know?” Kendall folded her arms and tossed her hair over her shoulder. “You’re too busy being gay to notice a woman.”
“Oh my god.” Meggie pointed toward the door. “Get out of my house right now. You and your narrow-minded views aren’t welcomed here until you straighten up.”
“Oh, please. You know I’m right. One day he’s fucking women. Then, his gay days come around and he’s running behind Cash.”
Stretch should’ve felt insulted or angry. He was neither. He was just fucking done. “You’re a bigot. I’d prefer if you never talked to me again.”
She blinked, real confusion entering her eyes. “A bigot? Me? Like seriously? Mortician is one of my best friends. He hugs me and everything. If I was a bigot, I wouldn’t want him to touch me. I’m the most open-minded person in the entire world.”
Meggie’s shock mirrored Stretch’s, and they exchanged glances. Kendall really believed her words.
“No, you’re the most delusional,” Meggie snapped.
Hurt crept across Kendall’s face. “I am not. How dare you accuse me of being bigoted because of what I said. I don’t comprehend how he can like women one day and men the next! I’d understand his sexuality better if he only liked one or the other. I don’t understand bisexuality.”
“It’s the same as heterosexuality,” Meggie pointed out.
Kendall frowned. “I-I…how?” She shook her head and raised her hands. “Never mind. I didn’t come here for sex education. I came to discuss you interfering with me and my son.”
“I asked you to leave,” Meggie retorted. “Since you haven’t, we’re discussing your ignorance.”
“Oh, please,” Kendall scoffed. “Stretch can fuck a monkey. I was merely making a point when he interfered in our discussion.”
“On your behalf,” Meggie shouted.
“No one does anything on my behalf. Least of all you.” She smiled in triumph. “Maybe, this will change your mind, Saint Megan.”
“Kendall,” Meggie growled.
“You deserted me and stood behind your barbarian when he insisted I give up my partnership. You want him out of jail anytime soon, you’ll tell him to allow me to go back to the firm.”
“I…what?” Meggie heaved in a deep breath, struggling to understand Kendall’s latest bullshit as much as Stretch. “What are you talking about?”
“Christopher.” She smirked. “Brooks is working out the details of an agreement that your husband has to sign if he wants to be released before his court date. Just to make sure the barbarian gets the message, Brooks hasn’t bailed him out.”
Meggie’s eyes bugged out. “Are you insane? No, is Brooks insane? Christopher will kill him.”
Grabbing her cell phone, she slid it across the counter toward Kendall. Not moving to catch it, she allowed it to fall to the ground.
“Call him,” Meggie demanded as she picked her phone up, checked the screen, then held it out to Kendall. “Tell him this is a suicide mission.”
“No. If Brooks doesn’t get me my job back, Charlotte’s leaving him. He loves his wife more than he cares about some silly threat.” Kendall shoved Meggie’s hand away with such force, she stumbled back. “Outlaw won’t do a fucking thing. Always threatening and never following through. He’d kill a stupid bitch like Daphne. She’s expendable. He’d never touch me. He thinks he’s so smart, but he’s at Brooks’ mercy. My mercy.”
“He better agree before he’s injured in a freak accident. Showers can be a dangerous place for assholes.” She chuckled. “Literal and figurative ones.”
“Get out of my house, Kendall, and don’t ever come back,” Meggie ordered. “You and I have had our differences, but you will not screw over my husband.”