Page 90 of Relentles
He wouldn’t pick up Jo again for now, so he peeled off his plastic gloves and dug in his cut. Once he pulled up a gallery filled with pictures of Megan in various rooms in the house, lounging in the sun by the outside pool, on the bed in their room, diving from the board on the inside pool, sitting in her rose garden, cooking at her big stove, standing in her walk-in closet…
“Those are all her clothes?” Torie asked in awe.
“Yeah, I live to spoil her.”
“You’d move my son and me into your house?”
“Herhouse. My ass was happy at the club.” He nodded to the phone. “But she needed a house fit for a queen, so I got her one.”
“It’s yours.”
“No,” he said impatiently. “It’shers. I put the titles in her name and bought the land from the club for her.”
They’d had trouble finding the original deed, but it worked out in the end. He’d never gotten around to having Brooks or Diesel look into that.
“We have a garage on the grounds, but Megan got her Lexus SUV and her Corvette in there, along with my pickup and my bikes.”
“Oh, my,” Torie said. “You…oh, my…”
Christopher smiled, pleased with himself. Megan was going to be so fucking proud that he’d figured out a way to find extra help for her while also helping Torie. She was a grown bitch, but he hated the thought of her little kid going hungry.
She’d taken care of his kid. He’d take care of hers.
“I could kiss you!” Torie squealed.
“Uh, no the fuck you can’t. No bitch but Megan and my girl family members kiss me.”
“I’ll let you slidethistime with calling me a bitch. I’ll break you in.”
“If Megan haven’t,yousure the fuck can’t.”
Torie cocked her head to the side. “Do you want to go for another cigarette break?”
“No.”
“For a sandwich and coffee?”
“My wife…we’re spendin’ the night. She’s in the suite, waitin’ for me.”
Torie lifted a brow and pursed her full lips. “A power move,” she complimented.
He shrugged. “A husband move.”
“Some husbands suck.”
“I ain’t some husbands. If Megan happy, I’m happy.” He was certain he’d told Torie that. In case he hadn’t, he’d make it clear. Some of the satisfaction with his plan to help her slipped away. “I live to please her, spoil her. Give her whatever she wants.” He narrowed his eyes. “Underfuckinstand? Donotunderestimate my love for her or what I’m willin’ to do for her.”
“I would never do that. It’s just that…” She pursed her lips. “Some women who are so coddled don’t care about anyone but themselves. I’m worried she’ll see me and feel threatened.”
“By?”
“Me.”
“You not a threat, so she has no reason to feel that way.”
“Right.”
He’d been so lost in his plans, he hadn’t noticed the time. Arranging this would help take both his and Megan’s minds off Jo and her surgeries.
