Page 130 of Catch Me
Whatever.
“Just go in,” Kyle says, gesturing toward the entrance.
As soon as I enter, I see why Diego calls it his oasis. There’s an entire entertainment system complete with a movie theater size screen, and a blue and grey sofa sectional. On one side of the couch there’s a glassed-in shelf that houses awards Diego won for some of his building designs, along a few hand family pictures of his wife and two little girls.
At the center of the room, is a large poker table with four chairs around it and a deck of cards and chips placed at the center.
“Mo prepared snacks, too,” Diego says as he opens the mini fridge. “I have the best wife.” He sighs.
“Then why aren’t you spending time with her instead of dragging us here?” I ask with a glare. “We’ve been out all damn day,” I gripe.
“I agree with the kid,” Dae says from behind me. He looks as displeased as I am to be separated from the women in our lives. “Kennedy could go into labor at any moment.” A thread of worry laces my brother-in-law’s tone.
Kyle doesn’t say anything as he looks over at Diego. A short pause, and then both of them crack up.
“The hell? He’s right,” I tell them.
“We’re lucky he hasn’t swung on either one of us yet,” Diego tells Kyle.
“I think my little brother’s close to swinging, too.” His eyes drop to my clenched fists.
I hadn’t even realized I’d balled my hands into fists. But their laughter accompanied by my anger of being separated from Ivy is getting to me.
“We’re leaving tomorrow afternoon,” I remind these idiots.
A week has flown by. Not to mention, once we get back to L.A. my life is going to go from forty to a hundred in the blink of an eye.
I already have two meetings scheduled to discuss two separate films. Both meetings are out of the country. I have to check up on post-production, and we start ramping up promotion forLate Nights.
That’s on top of my meetings for sponsorships and brand appearances.
“Don’t let us waste your time,” Kyle says. “We’re not your fucking family or anything.”
I narrow my eyes at my brother, an expression which he returns in kind.
“Layoff,” Diego says, swatting Kyle’s arm. “You’ve already locked down your wife and have two kids with her. Andreas hasn’t done that yet, so he’s feeling a little unsettled being away for too long.”
“Plus, Riley told you not to come home before seven,” Dae says.
“How the hell do you know that?” Kyle demands to know.
Dae shrugs. “Kennedy told me when she kicked me out, too. All of the women are having their girls’ day.” He sighs in frustration.
“And yet you’re still anxious to get your ass back home,” Diego reminds him.
“She could go into labor at any?—”
“Yeah, yeah. Aside from the fact that that’s an exaggeration since she’s not even seven months pregnant, she’s with her mom, my mom, aunts, and our wives.” He gestures between him and Kyle. “All of whom have given birth. You think you’ll be more helpful to her than the group of them?”
Dae pinches his lips.
“Look, they insisted we find something to do instead of being up their asses all day,” Diego continues. “Besides, we have business to handle on our own.”
I raise an eyebrow. “What business?”
“Finally, a relevant question,” Kyle states and nudges his head toward the poker table.
Ten minutes later we’re seated at the table with the snacks Monique prepared on a side table, cards dealt out, and a pile of poker chips at the center of the table.
