Designing Woman (The Sloan Brothers Book 2) by Willow Jo

Author:Willow, Jo [Willow, Jo]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2015-04-15T07:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eight

“This is such a load of shit. I’m going home.”

Ayla and Sean looked up at me over their coffee, Pierce and Austin had already left for work. Sean looked sympathetic. Ayla looked terrified.

“You can’t go home Mel’. It’s only been a little over a month. Look! You’re even in a walking cast! No more crutches. That’s a plus, right?”

“Ayla, knock it off. The Sally Sunshine thing is getting on my nerves. I want my own bed and my own workroom back. I want privacy and alone time. I’ve got an atrium and a garden to plan. The baby will be here in a few months and I’ve got a baby shower to host.”

I was moving down the hall and they were hot on my heels. Sean hadn’t said a word yet. He was my ace in the hole. When I turned into my room, they followed.

“Sean, get my suitcase from the closet please.”

He did as he was told and I gave him a genuine smile. He straightened his posture and smiled back. He was my new rock.

“Melody think about what you’re doing please. Pierce and Deacon will have fits over this. We’re not safe.”

I turned to Ayla who was now wringing her hands as I filled the suitcase.

“Says who? Chase and Austin have been trailing the guy for weeks and they haven’t found jack shit. I say he’s gone. He made his grand gesture and now he’s back home. Mark my words. You wanna stay? Stay. Pierce likes you here. Austin and Chase are back in the apartment above the bar, I know they are. Austin doesn’t come here hardly ever and he has to be sleeping somewhere.”

“He’s overseeing the repairs on the bar. It’s easier if he sleeps there.”

“See? Tony hasn’t attacked him and he’s back home, I can go home too. Sean? Empty my closet please.”

Sean moved to gather the reset of my things and I limped to the bathroom, gathering my toiletries and shoving them into my small travel bag. When I returned to the bedroom, Sean was folding my clothes and placing them in the suitcase. I tossed the travel bag on top. I looked over at a too quiet Ayla and she had her phone in her hand, agonizing over a decision.

“If you call anyone named Sloan, you’re dead to me Ayla.”

Sean rolled his eyes and spoke in an exaggerated stage whisper to Ayla.

“She doesn’t mean it. No one’s been dead to her since a model stepped on a hem at a show and we had to staple it back together. Don’t worry.”

Ayla looked at me with huge eyes, unsure of who to trust. I narrowed my eyes at her and she sat down, her call temporarily forgotten. I turned to Sean.

“Grab the bag and come with me.”

He grabbed the suitcase and followed me out the door.

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