“You don’t ever have to worry about that happening,” I said. “Aspen and Noel are your legal guardians now. And even if Daisy showed up and wanted you, she couldn’t have you without going through them and an entire courtroom. And not without going through me either.”
“And me too,” Brandt spoke up. “We don’t have to worry about her ever again. Okay, bud?”
Colton nodded, but I could tell the nightmare had left him rattled. A shiver passed up his spine. I began to rub his back and he kept his cheek on my shoulder. My earlier idea of maybe moving out soon moved to the back of my mind.
Maybe I wasn’t such an expendable member of the family after all. Maybe there was something worthwhile about me, and Noel would regain some of the confidence he used to have in me. But one thing was certain; to accomplish that, I could never let him find out what I’d done with Oren...even if I did kind of want to do it again.
I stayed away from him for as long as I possibly could. Really, I did! But there was just something about Oren Tenning that kept me going back for more. I liked how he’d been all sweet and nice to me when we’d first met a year ago, but then, I also liked how he’d turned into a loud-mouthed smart-ass later on, even more. The only thing I never liked was his constant horny attention to other women. That, I could live without.
My obsession was the antithesis of healthy, but then, I’d never been known for following the healthy, correct path, had I?
By five that evening, I was craving him like a junkie tweaking for her next hit. I knew Noel had to work tonight—I’d heard him mention it to Aspen earlier today. And Asher would no doubt be on the clock. He liked to work on Saturdays since they’d become karaoke night, and anything to do with music at the club was his brainchild. But Saturdays had also become so crowded lately they now needed three bartenders instead of their regular two.
I copped a peek at Noel’s work schedule and, yep, Oren worked this evening.
That meant I needed a reason to visit the Forbidden Nightclub.
I chewed on my lip, panning through the options I gathered in my head. I couldn’t go alone; Noel would definitely know something was up. Damn, why did he have to work tonight, too?
I shook my head, shrugging off that little obstacle. It was fine if Noel was working. What was one more challenge to overcome to get what I wanted? Wasn’t like I was going to just jump Oren right there at the bar, anyway. I still didn’t want him to know I was the woman he’d been with the night before.
I just needed to see him, and it made no difference if my brother was around for that or not. But it did mean I needed someone with me—a wing-woman—or Noel might get suspicious. So I dialed up my trusty best friend.
Zoey answered on the third ring. “Hello?” She sounded a bit breathless, making me wonder what exactly I’d interrupted.
I winced. Great. Oren working meant Zwinn had the apartment they shared with him all to themselves for the evening.
Well, they’d just have to get their snuggle time on some other night. They already had their happily ever after; they had the rest of forever to be together.
“I need you,” I said.
“Oh, no. What’s wrong?” Worry instantly lit her voice.
Damn, I loved her.
“I’ve done the craziest thing in my entire life, and right now, I really need your support and acceptance, and...and help. I need your help.”
“Okay,” she said slowly. “Do I need to grab my hiking boots, shovel and some lime, or...bail money?”
I laughed and relaxed. “Neither. I didn’t kill anyone...and I’m not in jail. I didn’t even break the law.”
“Well, that’s a start. What’d you do, then?”
“Um...I think I have to tell you this one in person. Can we go to Forbidden in, say...half an hour?”
“Sure.”
I bit my lip and took a deep breath before adding the hardest part of my request. “And...can you not bring Quinn?”
A pause followed. Then she finally asked, “Why can’t I bring Quinn?”
“Because...this is a girl thing, and I...I just can’t talk about it with you when there’s this hulking, hot pile of walking testosterone sitting between us.”
“But, he’s not—”
“Zoey, please.”
She sighed. “Okay...fine. Quinn can stay home.”