Page 64 of Finding Hayes
I’d never been that guy who wanted to show off his woman. But damn, I was proud as hell that everyone thought she was my wife.
When was the last time I felt that kind of pride?
Savannah had gone off to grab some sparklers from the office that she’d gotten for everyone to take outside in the backyard. I noticed Kimber standing alone. She’d been pouting most of the night, and her husband was three sheets to the wind last I checked. He wasn’t handling the fact that Cap and Clara had spent so much time talking with me and Savannah. He didn’t hide his irritation as he’d glared over at me a few times and then came over and tried to interrupt the conversation.
Clara hadn’t missed a beat when she answered his question quickly and turned her attention back to my wife. Lenny had stalked off, and I saw him taking shots at the bar.
“I still think a fundraiser would have been smart. Kill two birds with one stone,” Kimber said, as she moseyed over to me.
I glanced up to see Beebs and Stinky belting out the worst attempt at a Taylor Swift song, and I chuckled. All the guys were singing along and cheering them on.
“Savannah and I just wanted to have a party. There were no birds to kill tonight, Kimber.” I arched a brow and continued scanning the room, noting there was no sign of Lenny. “Excuse me.”
I walked away and made my way to my office to look for Savannah.
I heard her voice when I was a few feet away, and I didn’t miss the irritation laced in her tone, which made me walk faster on instinct.
And then I heard him. That fucker must have followed her down the hallway.
“I’m good. You should get back out there. I’ve got this,” Savannah said, and I paused outside the doorway for a moment.
“How is such a beautiful woman married to such an asshole?” Lenny’s words slurred.
Just as I stepped forward, Savannah replied.
“You have some nerve coming into our home and disrespecting my husband like that. You can get the fuck out of here now.” She didn’t hide her disgust, and I fucking loved it.
“Oh, I just wasn’t sure if theAbbottstill fell far from the tree. If memory serves, your mother liked to mess around on your father, didn’t she?” he said, and I saw red.
I stormed into the room before I could stop myself, and Savannah’s eyes widened as Lenny slowly turned and startled when he saw me.
“Get the fuck away frommy wife,” I growled, as I moved across the room and stood beside her.
“Easy, buddy. I’m just seeing if she needs help to carry anything.” He held his hands up. “I was just messing aroundand having a little fun.”
“If you don’t want a fist down your throat, I suggest you go get your wife and get the fuck out of my house.” I stepped closer, and Savannah put a hand on my forearm, probably in an attempt to calm me down.
“Yeah, sure. This party seems to have slowed down anyway. Time to move the party to my house,” he said.
Yeah, good luck with that. Your wife looks like she’s had enough of your shit for one day.
“Hey, Lenny,” Savannah said as he turned to leave the room.
“Yeah, beautiful. What can I do for you?”
“Well, for starters, never insult my husband again in my presence, or I’ll be happy to show you my master karate skills.” She held up a finger when he chuckled and started to interrupt. And then she moved closer to him, and I followed like a fucking shadow. “And the Abbott joke—it’s run its course, don’t you think? It’s juvenile and stupid. And for the record, my last name is Woodson. So find some new material, asshole.”
Let’s fucking go.
Savannah Abbott-Woodson was a badass, and I was fucking here for it.
Lenny stormed out of the office.
“You all right, Shortcake?”
“Yes, of course. Did you doubt my mad skills?” she asked, getting into her best karate kid stance, and I laughed.
“Never. But I’d kill him if he touched you.”
