“No.”
“I will cut you, Spencer Holt.” Ugh. Fine.
Instead of speaking, I just roll my index finger in the universal sign forget on with it, bitch, before I smother your princess ass and call it a gift to the universe.
“Okay, so…I know you don’t like the vagina but…” She takes another sip from her wine, then a big breath before speaking too quickly for it to be human. “Maybe you could be a trouple.”
“A what?” Oh my God, the woman is suggesting something and she doesn’t even know the actual word for. Maybe it was a slip of the tongue and I need to stop being a drama llama and give her the benefit of the doubt.
“A trouple.” Nope.
“You mean a throuple? Like three and couple. Like a couple and the third wheel?” I shake my head because she cannot be suggesting this.
I don’t have time to rip her a new one because the door swings open and Aleko walks in looking like a demented god with eyes only for Mac.
But I don’t have time to admire their unwavering love because right behind him is none other than the subject of our discussion.
Grinder steps inside and his eyes find mine immediately, like he already knew exactly where I was. Gah, I hate it when my heart does that skippy thing that’s reserved for high school first loves, not grown-ass adults.
My accusing stare lands on Mac and the way she shifts in her seat and gives me a guilty-as-fuck smile, I know.
“Traitor.”
Chapter Fifteen
Parker
What the hell is taking him so long? It’s almost ten at night and it isn’t particularly warm inside this truck. Vibrations from my phone distract me from how fucking bored I am, and I answer the unknown number, ready to fuck with the cold callers. Although, it’s a bit late for those.
“Rockford Beach sperm bank. You spank it, we bank it. How can I help?”
A full belly laugh erupts through the speaker and I raise my brows, impressed with whoever this is for taking my greeting like a champ. I had expected splutters and fumbling over words.
“Nero said you seemed like fun.” The woman laughs again, ending on a long sigh to catch her breath. “Apologies for the late call on a Sunday. This is Teagen from Cut It Out. Nero gave me your number. I’m assuming this is Parker?”
“Ohmygod, yes!” Fingers crossed I haven’t fucked up this job opportunity before I get past the first hurdle. She laughed, that has to be a good sign. “Sorry about that, I didn’t know the number and cold callers piss me the fuck off.” Shit, maybe less language would give a better impression. I close my eyes anddrop my head back against the seat of the truck. I’m just going to stay quiet before I apologize a million more times or find another way to shove my foot in my mouth.
“It’s cool. I wanted to know if you’re available at ten in the morning to come in for an interview and short trial? A client just cancelled so I have some last-minute free time.”
If I were to put a face to the voice it would be Dolly Parton. Big hair, big smile, big personality…just everything big. Her tone is soft but in a way that says she’s fully confident in herself.
“Absolutely. I’ll be the one with red hair and a nervous grin on my face.” It doesn’t matter that she can’t see me doing exactly that right now.
“Great. See you in the morning then.” There’s no goodbye before she hangs up, but she didn’t need to say it.
Yes!I fist pump the air, fucking ecstatic about this opportunity. Tomorrow, I could be landing myself a job in the town my brother lives in. Phase whatever of my plan: almost complete.
Checking the time on my phone, I realize Grinder has been gone for just over thirty minutes. Fucking liberty. Has the cockwomble forgotten that he’s supposed to be taking me to Maribel’s? After calling her earlier today and explaining my situation, she seemed only too happy to offer me a room. The guys at the clubhouse all vouch for her, as well as Nero, so I’m a little excited to meet her. Make myself another new friend in this community.
Huffing, I unclip my seatbelt. “Fuck this shit.” I grab the keys from the ignition, briefly debating just taking the truck but deciding against it. That wouldn’t be the right thing to do in this situation, Parker. No. Instead, I get out of the truck and stomp toward the front door of the house.
This is Mac and Psycho’s home, and while I’ve only spoken to Psycho briefly, his name tells me not to fuck with him, so Ipress the doorbell and wave at the camera there. I raise my fist, wondering why we do this to knock on a door because can’t we simply knock on it from below?
My now lowered fist makes contact with an entirely different piece of wood than I was expecting, and an amused Grinder pokes his head over the shoulder of a doubled-over Spencer.
“I’m so fucking sorry!” I cover my mouth with my hands, mortified at myself.
“That’s funny and Gryff’s in bed so I’m going to let the cursing slide.” Mac is laughing into her wine glass with her husband right beside her.