Page 169 of Duty and Desire
“I disinvited him before he walked into the reception.”
“How did you do that?” she asked.
“I beat the shit out of him in the parking lot.”
Lottie sat on his couch, staring at him.
Mo stood at his island, staring at her.
Seconds ticked by and through them, he watched her face get hard.
There it was.
He was an asshole, just like his dad, except an out-of-control one, not a control-freak one.
And now she knew it.
“Good,” she bit.
He felt his entire body jerk.
“What?”
“Good,” she snapped. Then she yelled, “What a dick!” She jumped to her feet just as Mo heard the door to the condo open. “Seriously! Totaldick!”
“Everything cool?”
Mo twisted to see Mag standing there, looking alert while he glanced between Lottie and him.
“No,” she clipped. “Mo’s dad’s a dick!”
Mag turned his attention to Mo.
“I mean, he ruined his sister’s wedding day!” Lottie shouted, so in her snit, it was like she hadn’t really registered Mag had entered, even if she was responding to him, which was something since not many women missed Mag doing anything. “Whodoesthat?”
“I see your relationship has moved to Tales from the Darkside,” Mag remarked.
“It happens,” Mo replied.
“Warp speed, brother,” Mag returned. “Heard you two didn’t make it ‘official,’” he did the air quotation marks just to be an asshole, “until yesterday morning.”
“We didn’t,” Lottie butted in.
Mag looked back to her, fighting a grin and murmuring, “Mm-hmm.”
“We didn’t,” Lottie repeated.
“All right, darlin’. I totally believe you,” Mag said.
Lottie gave up on that (wisely) and turned to Mo, throwing an arm out at Mag. “So, he’s not the one who’s a god?”
Mag also turned back to Mo, brows raised, no longer fighting anything. Smiling flat-out.
“I told her about Auggie,” he shared.
“Right,” Mag murmured. He went back to Lottie. “Mo’s the only real god among us. He put up with Tammy for two years before she did him the colossal favor of breaking up with him.”
Mo looked to the ceiling.
