His Kind of Trouble by Austin Terri L

Author:Austin, Terri L. [Austin, Terri L.]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: Beauty and the Brit
Publisher: Sourcebooks
Published: 2015-11-02T08:00:00+00:00

Chapter 13

Monica held on to his arm. His biceps bunched under her hand. “Cal. Remember, patience.”

He turned those cold, angry eyes on her. “I’m brassed off with Jules, make no mistake, but Pixie should have called me hours ago. She’s meant to be the adult.” He jerked his arm from her grasp. “Do you mind driving me out to her place? I could take a cab, if you’d rather.”

She dismissed his biting tone. “Of course I’ll drive you.” And Monica hoped he’d calm down a little before they arrived. Cal was good-natured and very easy to be around. She had a feeling it took a lot to push him over the edge. Between Pix and Jules, they’d given him a hard shove.

As she exited the parking garage and pulled onto the Strip, she shot him a look. Dusk had set in, painting the horizon in shades ranging from deep pink to light peach. The neon signs popped against the darkening sky. “She may have had her reasons, Cal. Your mom, I mean.”

He shook his head. “Don’t think so. Pixie is unreliable at the best of times, and self-serving always.” He clamped his mouth shut and faced the passenger window. Other than giving her directions, he didn’t say another word the entire trip.

When Monica arrived at Pixie’s house and rolled past the heavy wooden gates and up the long, circular drive, security lights glowed. Near the house, Paolo waited for them with a little Pomeranian in his arms.

Cal turned to her as she braked. “You don’t have to stay, Monica. Go home, do some work, sit in your unfurnished house, and have a good evening.”

He started to get out of the car, but she pulled on his sleeve. “Don’t pull that shit with me, okay? I don’t deserve it.”

With a bitter twist of his lips, he nodded. “You’re right. I’m taking my foul mood out on you. I apologize. You were brilliant today, calmed me down when I was about to lose my rag. I appreciate it. But don’t feel like you have to stick around.”

“I’ll wait to see if you need a ride.”

He smiled then. A wan, tired smile, but it was something. Better than the frown he’d been sporting all afternoon. “Thank you. I’ll have to make it up to you somehow.”

“You took care of Ryan last night. I’d say we’re even.”

Cal grimaced. “That’s right. Don’t remind me.” He leaned down and kissed her cheek, then got out of the car.

While he strolled toward Paolo, Monica went to the front door and used the knocker. A maid answered the door and led the way to the large, open living room. This was the first time Monica had been to Pixie’s house—the palatial palazzo. Mediterranean architecture on steroids.

The walls, the furnishings, the rugs—all white. The only color in the room was Pixie, lounging on a tufted, modern chaise, thumbing through a glossy fashion magazine. She looked up when Monica stepped into the room. “Hey, Pix.”

The older woman’s brows rose a fraction, and she unfolded herself from the lounger.

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