Page 256 of Restless
“What did Doc Will say?”
Her head lolled against his chest. “I collapsed in the coffee shop and was brought to the hospital in an ambulance,” she murmured. “My blood pressure went so high. I was so dizzy.”
“What the fuck you mean, Megan? Why didn’t nobody call me?”
“No one knew where you were. We didn’t want you to wipe out trying to get to me if you were far away.”
Hehadbeen far away. Worse, he’d been with two bitches. Willingly at first. He hadn’t cheated on Megan, but he’d crossed a fucking line. Then, Derby had left him to fuck those two bitches or for those two bitches to fuck him.
Instead, he’d killed them because they didn’t respect his determination to remain faithful to his wife.
Two things Megan expected himnotto do, he had. While she…she’d been taken away from the coffee shop in an—
“CJ was with you?”
She nodded.
No fucking wonder his boy looked so fucking shellshocked.
“I was so worried about you. No one had heard from you all day today. I-I…” She shuddered against him.
He tightened his hold on her. “How long you been home?”
“About thirty minutes.”
“But your ride and your purse showing you at the coffee shop.”
“CJ left them there and followed the ambulance in your pickup.”
“To purposely throw me off?” he demanded.
“To protect you.”
Christopher’s anger died. Megan and CJ had been going out of their way to ensure his safety while he’d been fucking around with Bash and Adette.
How could he ever live in peace if he had to leave Megan? How could he have forgotten how fragile she still was?
Standing, he turned and laid her on the bed, tucking her in, then bending and kissing her forehead. He needed another shower before he touched her again.
“Where were you?”
“Club business.”
“With Derby?”
He’d told Mort he was with Derby. “It was club business, Megan. Derby and the Burnin’ Hounds one of my support clubs. We have business together.”
She studied him for a moment, then turned her back on him, and curled up. “You’ve had business with him before. You’ve never been off the grid for hours when you’re together.”
Scowling at the back of her head, Christopher wasn’t sure what to say, especially with the guilt eating at him. “Lemme get this fuckin’ straight. You found proof to show Gypsy that cunt’s baby wasn’t his so she could reconcile with Derby, but you ain’t trustin’meto be with the motherfucker for hours if I ain’t contactin’ you?”
“I’m tired, Christopher. And my head’s hurting. Leave me alone.”
“Just what the fuck are you accusin’ me off?”
“You have an underlying smell ofsoap.” Her sob tore through him. “Soap that isn’t yours.”
“Megan, listen to me.”
