Page 117 of Fierce-Matt
He laughed. “Relax. That’s the last thing it is. We’ve been done for over a year and you know damn well if she was pregnant, I would have been the first one to know and been paying through the nose for it.”
“Grace,” his father said. “Relax. I’m not sure what she wants, but it’s not that.”
“I’ll go get her,” Matt said.
“No,” his mother said. “I’m going to do it.”
Oh boy.
No one messed with his mother.
Grace Kelly was the epitome of a mama bear protecting her cubs from the enemy.
“If you can bring her here, that’s fine.”
He stayed at his desk and waited. There were no voices or footsteps to be heard, but a throat clearing as his mother stood in the doorway.
Rather than wait there staring for Macy to come in, he’d checked some email and had his attention on his monitor.
“Matt,” Macy said. “I need your help.”
Her eyes filled with tears. Big fake crocodile ones that she could drop on demand.
Guess nothing had changed.
Grace was showing no reaction. He didn’t think they even talked, rather the silent assassin walking Macy to the firing squad.
“Have a seat,” he said, gesturing toward the chair in front of his desk.
She was standing there wringing her hands and beckoning him to stand and go to her.
“Can I get a hug? I really need one.”
He let out a sigh. He could be a dick and say no, but those days were behind him.
He’d never been a dick on purpose with people either.
He stood up and moved closer to her, but she walked to his door and shut it.
That wasn’t what he wanted. He stood his ground by his desk and made her come to him.
She turned and ran, her dyed auburn hair blowing behind her as if she was in slow motion for a movie greeting her lover on a beach.
She hugged him tight; he briefly closed his arms around her and then stepped back.
“What’s going on?” he asked.
She sniffled and found the tissues on a table by his chair and couch. Rather than sit in front of his desk, she went to the couch, forcing him to move there.
He hated the games she played.
The chair was where he planted his ass.
“I was arrested and booked last night. It was horrible. I meanhorrible. They took my fingerprints and everything. The photo is hideous.”
Just like his mother, he had no reaction. “What are you accused of?”
“I had a few drinks with friends last night. We were celebrating.”
