defeat and said, “I got it.”
Ignoring their shit eating grins, I left them standing there and headed over to Wren. I’d only taken a few steps when her eyes caught mine and the smile she was wearing quickly faded to a look of anticipation. I detected a spark of hunger in her eyes as she watched me walk towards her, and I liked it. Oh yeah, I liked it a whole lot.
When I approached the group, Henley quickly turned to face me and with a devilish grin asked, “Hey, Stitch. Were your ears burning?” Wren’s face instantly flushed red with embarrassment, and I found myself wondering what exactly they’d been talking about.
“Henley,” Cassidy warned.
“What?” Henley asked, shrugging her shoulders. “It’s not like he didn’t know we were talking about him.”
“Hey,” Wren said in barely a whisper.
I leaned in, placing my mouth in the crook of her neck and said, “You gonna tell me what you were saying about me?”
“Umm… no,” she grinned.
“Yeah, we’ll see about that,” I told her as I slipped the beer out of her hand and took a drink.
“Hey! I’ve got good news,” she started.
“Yeah?”
She smiled and said, “It turns out that Mrs. Daniels was able to get through to the judge. She explained everything that happened the other night and he suspended Wyatt’s visitation with his dad.” Her eyes sparkled with excitement as she spoke; unfortunately, I didn’t feel the same. When Mike told me all about it earlier today, I was apprehensive. Yes, I wanted Wyatt to be free from his abusive father, but I knew Michael wasn’t the kind of man to take a hit like that lying down. His parents weren’t going to be happy about him losing his visitation with Wyatt, and with this last stunt, he’d lost the last shred of control he had over Wren. There was no doubt that he’d end up doing something stupid because of it. I wasn’t going to take any chances, so I ordered Q’ to keep an eye on him until Wyatt got back from Wren’s parents. I was pulled from my thoughts when Wren continued, “We’ll still have to go to court in a few weeks for the final judgment but for now, he doesn’t have to go over there anymore.”
Deciding to let her enjoy the small victory for now, I told her, “Glad to hear that.” After I took another drink of her beer, I asked, “Did you get Wyatt sorted?”
“Yeah, he’s with my parents for the night” she answered, not realizing that I already knew where he was. “They have a big gaming system, so he was really excited about going to stay with them.”
“Hey, Stitch… you need another beer?” Cassidy asked, looking at the almost empty beer bottle in my hand.
“Yeah, make it two,” I told her just before finishing off Wren’s beer. I placed the empty bottle on the counter. Without warning, Emerson walked up and slipped her hand around my waist, giving me a slight hug. Wren’s eyebrows furrowed with misunderstanding as she stared at Emerson’s hand on my hip.
“Hey there, handsome,” Emerson said. “Figured you’d be outta here by now.”
“Nah… I’m gonna stick around for a bit.”
“Well, it’s about time. I was beginning to think you were avoiding me,” she laughed.
When Cassidy placed our beers on the counter, Wren quickly picked up the bottle and began to nervously pick at the label, avoiding eye contact with me entirely.
“Want a beer?” Cassidy asked Emerson.
“Definitely.” Wren snuck a glance over in our direction just as Emerson reached up and tugged at the end of my beard and said, “This thing is getting out of hand. It’s time for a trim.”
“Not happening.”
“Listen to your little sister. No girl is going to want to curl up to that thing at night,” she said, giving it one last pull.
Wren’s eyes shot over to me, and she asked, “Sister?”
I was just about to answer her when Clutch interrupted, “Stitch, Cotton wants to see you in his office.”
Looking over to Wren, I asked “You gonna be okay
Ignoring their shit eating grins, I left them standing there and headed over to Wren. I’d only taken a few steps when her eyes caught mine and the smile she was wearing quickly faded to a look of anticipation. I detected a spark of hunger in her eyes as she watched me walk towards her, and I liked it. Oh yeah, I liked it a whole lot.
When I approached the group, Henley quickly turned to face me and with a devilish grin asked, “Hey, Stitch. Were your ears burning?” Wren’s face instantly flushed red with embarrassment, and I found myself wondering what exactly they’d been talking about.
“Henley,” Cassidy warned.
“What?” Henley asked, shrugging her shoulders. “It’s not like he didn’t know we were talking about him.”
“Hey,” Wren said in barely a whisper.
I leaned in, placing my mouth in the crook of her neck and said, “You gonna tell me what you were saying about me?”
“Umm… no,” she grinned.
“Yeah, we’ll see about that,” I told her as I slipped the beer out of her hand and took a drink.
“Hey! I’ve got good news,” she started.
“Yeah?”
She smiled and said, “It turns out that Mrs. Daniels was able to get through to the judge. She explained everything that happened the other night and he suspended Wyatt’s visitation with his dad.” Her eyes sparkled with excitement as she spoke; unfortunately, I didn’t feel the same. When Mike told me all about it earlier today, I was apprehensive. Yes, I wanted Wyatt to be free from his abusive father, but I knew Michael wasn’t the kind of man to take a hit like that lying down. His parents weren’t going to be happy about him losing his visitation with Wyatt, and with this last stunt, he’d lost the last shred of control he had over Wren. There was no doubt that he’d end up doing something stupid because of it. I wasn’t going to take any chances, so I ordered Q’ to keep an eye on him until Wyatt got back from Wren’s parents. I was pulled from my thoughts when Wren continued, “We’ll still have to go to court in a few weeks for the final judgment but for now, he doesn’t have to go over there anymore.”
Deciding to let her enjoy the small victory for now, I told her, “Glad to hear that.” After I took another drink of her beer, I asked, “Did you get Wyatt sorted?”
“Yeah, he’s with my parents for the night” she answered, not realizing that I already knew where he was. “They have a big gaming system, so he was really excited about going to stay with them.”
“Hey, Stitch… you need another beer?” Cassidy asked, looking at the almost empty beer bottle in my hand.
“Yeah, make it two,” I told her just before finishing off Wren’s beer. I placed the empty bottle on the counter. Without warning, Emerson walked up and slipped her hand around my waist, giving me a slight hug. Wren’s eyebrows furrowed with misunderstanding as she stared at Emerson’s hand on my hip.
“Hey there, handsome,” Emerson said. “Figured you’d be outta here by now.”
“Nah… I’m gonna stick around for a bit.”
“Well, it’s about time. I was beginning to think you were avoiding me,” she laughed.
When Cassidy placed our beers on the counter, Wren quickly picked up the bottle and began to nervously pick at the label, avoiding eye contact with me entirely.
“Want a beer?” Cassidy asked Emerson.
“Definitely.” Wren snuck a glance over in our direction just as Emerson reached up and tugged at the end of my beard and said, “This thing is getting out of hand. It’s time for a trim.”
“Not happening.”
“Listen to your little sister. No girl is going to want to curl up to that thing at night,” she said, giving it one last pull.
Wren’s eyes shot over to me, and she asked, “Sister?”
I was just about to answer her when Clutch interrupted, “Stitch, Cotton wants to see you in his office.”
Looking over to Wren, I asked “You gonna be okay
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