“As long as it takes,” I muttered.
“To do what?”
My chin hit my chest. This kid was relentless.
“What’s it to you?” I asked, turning to face the nosey Napoleon.
“I don’t know you.”
“And you know everyone in this town?” I scoffed.
“Yeah, I do.”
The elevator bell rang, and the doors opened onto the fourth floor. I walked off toward my room, hoping Dennis the Menace wouldn’t follow, but no such luck.
I unlocked the door with my key card and stepped into my room. When I turned to close the door, the kids were gone. I shook my head and swiped the internal lock against the door for added security.
“Are you gonna tell me what I want to know?”
“Jesus fucking Christ!” I shouted, my hand covering my chest.
The hostile Houdini had done it again. I swear, the kid rivaled Jingles with his invisibility.
“Why the fuck are you in my room?”
“Cam, if Mom finds out, she’ll kill us both,” Jasper whispered, his eyes searching the room as if there were cameras around to catch them in the act.
“I wanna know who you are and why you’re here.” Cameron stood in the middle of the room with his fists planted on his hips. I was tired from sleeping on Morgan’s couch. Frustrated with her refusal to let me explain, and now this kid’s desire to be up my ass.
Scribe knew who I was, and Morgan knew I was alive, so I guess there was no need to keep the information to myself. And maybe, just maybe, he would fuck off and leave me the hell alone.
“I am here for my wife.”
Cameron narrowed his eyes as if he wasn’t sure he could believe me. “Who’s your wife?”
“Morgan Delany,” I answered with a heavy breath. I walked over and sat on the end of the bed. “Satisfied? Will you leave me alone now?”
“You’re lying.”
“I’m not lying.”
“Yes, you are,” he insisted.
“No, I’m not.” I stood up and moved toward him, a failed attempt at intimidation. He didn’t even blink.
“Morgan isn’t married.”
I smiled. “I guess you don’t know as much as you think you do. I married Morgan seven years ago in Arkansas, right after she graduated from college.”
“Then why does she live here? Alone?” he asked, then he smiled. “And why was she dating my uncle five years ago?”
“What uncle?” I growled.
“Gunner.”
Fuck the shower, and the nap. I grabbed my keys and stormed back out into the hall, leaving the kids inside my room. I didn’t care; Callous Capone could find his own way out.
I didn’t wait for the elevator; I slammed open the door to the stairs and jogged down two and three at a time. I climbed into my truck and put it in gear. I knew where the clubhouse was and exactly how long it took to get there.