I make a huh face. My mouth falls open and my eyes are overly round with exaggeration. “Devil dick?”
“Yeah. Dick so good it must be possessed by the devil himself.”
“What the hell would you know about devil dick?”
Tina shrugs. “I know stuff.”
“What kind of stuff?” I smirk at her through the bathroom mirror, touching up my makeup. Just some lip gloss, mascara, and blush.
She bumps her hip against mine. “None of your beeswax. Now move and tell me about Vegas.”
“He’s good looking if you find serial killer’s attractive.” I do my best to hold a straight face.
Tina’s hazel eyes go wide as a teacup saucer. “What?!”
“I’m kidding don’t spaz out on me. Though I still owe you for that whole concert disaster. He’s cute. A total bad ass. Tattoos, dark eyes. A real flirt.”
“Okay. That sounds promising. I’m nervous. I’ve never gone out with anyone but Matt. And hey that disaster brought you this.” Her hand moves to my belly and gives me a little pat.
“I know but don’t think of it as a date we are just four people and a toddler eating a meal together. And what the hell do I do about my situation with Sawyer? I never planned on seeing him again and now he is inviting me to dinner with him and his kid.”
“Just breathe. Stress isn’t good for you and the baby. You’ll know when the timing is right.”
“Promise you won’t bring it up until I find a way to tell him.”
“I promise. Now what are you going to wear?”
Chapter 8
~Sawyer~
“Thanks for all your help this week, man. Thea, tell Uncle Vegas thank you.”
“Tanx, Unca V.” Thea gives him a big hug and a slobbery popsicle kiss on the cheek. He’s busted his ass this week helping me with watching Thea while I went to the hospital to check on Marissa. The EMTs had to Narcan her ass when they arrived at the house. Stupid bitch nearly killed herself shooting meth. She’s lucky that she didn’t die. We had a good talk once she wasn’t a damn zombie.
She knows she needs to get her shit together but whether or not she will remains to be seen. One good thing is she agreed to give me full custody of Thea. I promised her if she gets her life straight, she is welcome in her life again but until then no contact. I won’t have her bringing that crap around our daughter and popping in and out of her life. It’s been one hell of a week that really put things into perspective for me. I know what I want. A good woman who won’t be doing stupid shit like Marissa’s dumb ass.
“No problem. You’d do the same for me. Now if you are done with my ass, I’ll be heading out.” He puts Thea down and she goes to her toy box and pulls out a doll.
“Thought you could stay for dinner. Camreigh is coming and bringing a friend.”
Vegas snorts. “What is this a double date? We back in high school now. You making your specialty…dino nuggets, macaroni and cheese, with corn.”
“Shut up. I’ve broadened my menu. I’m making spaghetti and your bitch ass is making the salad and garlic bread.”
“I am?” He laughs pointing to his chest.
“Fuck yeah you are.”
“I do like garlic bread.” He smirks at me and goes to the living room and asks Thea to help him.
The three of us set to preparing the meal. I handle the noodles, meat, and sauce while Thea does her best to spread butter on the bread and sprinkle garlic salt over it. The front door opens and closes and Grim walks in. Crazy bastard never waits for me to tell him to come in. He lives with Striker and Karly AKA Baby technically, but he is always at the Roadhouse.
“Aren’t you two a cute little picture playing house. What’s for dinner?” The teardrop tattoos on his face are fading with his age. He was one mean SOB in his younger days. Hell, I still wouldn’t cross him.
“Spassketti,” Thea tells him.
I walk over to where he stands leaning against the entryway of the kitchen.