Page 29 of His Old Lady

"What the fuck do you want?" He kept his body between the male visitor and Faye.

"I-I..." The man exhaled in Curley's face. "Faye. I've come to talk to Faye."

"Who are you to her?" He kept the weapon on the man.

"He's my old boss," said Faye behind him. "Go away, Cal."

Curley refused to move. "You heard the lady."

Cal backed away, putting up his palms. "Faye, come see me at the lounge. Let me make things right."

"Not happening. I'm not interested," said Faye.

Curley stepped out on the porch and stayed there until Cal jogged out to the street and got into his car.

As the vehicle drove out of sight, a sense of disconnect came over him. He had his club, his MC brothers, and they'd become the family he never had when he was kicked out of the house at eighteen years old.

But his woman was dealing with things he had no idea about. She worked a job he wasn't privy to, and there were secrets kept from him.

She'd made him the outsider, and he didn't like it.

He had no right to claim her or her life, but damn, she belonged to him.

Walking inside, he locked the door. "Want to explain why that guy thought it was okay to visit you in the middle of the night?"

"No."

"Is this the first time, or do you always have men coming over?"

"Stop." She shook her head. "I know what you're thinking, and no, he's never come over here before."

He had a hard time believing that was true. The guy was lucky he hadn't blown his head off.

Without thinking, he said, "I'm spending the night."

"Oh, my God." Faye thrust both hands in her hair and gawked at him. "You. Are. Unbelievable."

"What?"

She shook her head and let her hands fall to her sides. "You know what? Do whatever you want. You will, anyway. I'm going to bed. Please leave before I get up in the morning. I have enough going on in my life than to deal with you on top of everything else."

She walked out of the room, hugging her middle. Once she was out of sight, he looked around the room. He hadn't planned on staying.

Keyed up, he could make the hour trip home with no problem. The cool night air would probably help clear his head.

But he wouldn't take a chance at her old boss making another visit. Faye wasn't going to fuck around on him when he was around.

Besides, she'd quit her job. It was obvious that her ex-boss wanted her back to work for him. It would be a damn better job than working at Kingston Bar. At least at the lounge, she kept her clothes on.

He walked down the hallway. The light was on in Faye's old bedroom, and he could hear the shower running in the hall bathroom.

He turned the knob for Grandma June's old bedroom, and the door opened ten inches before stopping. Reaching in, he flipped on the light.

"What the hell?" he muttered, shoving his shoulder against the door to open the barrier a few more inches.

He couldn't even get inside. There were boxes packed from floor to ceiling. If there was a bed inside, he couldn't see it.

Shutting the door, he walked back to the living room. The only other places to stretch out was the couch or the floor. He eyed the sofa. It was going to be a long, uncomfortable night.

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