Page 2 of King
Apparently, almost everyone in our social circle had known about Clayton’s wandering eye – and wandering dick – for quite a while, but not a single damned one of them had felt the need to clue me in. It turned out, he’d slept with everyone from the masseuse at our country club to the neighbor’s dog-walker.
The only people besides me who hadn’t known about Clayton’s wayward dick were Kim and my best friend, Camille.Since Kim lived in Chicago, she was out of the loop. Camille wasn’t part of the group of friends that Clayton had carefully cultivated for us over the years, so she’d been in the dark, too.
I looked in the mirror one last time, giving myself a nod of approval. I wasn’t a supermodel by any means, but I wasn’t the frumpy hag that Clayton implied I was either. All in all, I looked pretty damned good, and was often mistaken for being younger than my forty years, so Clayton could just go fuck himself as far as I was concerned.
I rummaged through my closet to find my favorite pair of sandals and slipped them on before making my way downstairs. I needed to run the pan of brownies over to Pop’s house before I headed out to the grocery store to pick up a few things. I’d already taken over the potato salad, baked beans, and coleslaw earlier, along with the marinated steaks for Pop to put on the grill once his family arrived. He’d paid extra for the food for today, despite my protests that it wasn’t necessary since he’d done so much for us already.
As I stepped into the kitchen, I heard the rumble of more motorcycles, and glanced out to see Pop pulling into his garage, with Rome and Jagger trailing him and parking behind King’s bike in the driveway. Jagger’s wife Molly was hanging on tight to him from her position on the back of his bike.
I snatched the pan of brownies off the counter and stepped out of the back door. As I headed across the yard to Pop’s house, I spotted him walking out onto his deck carrying the platter of steaks. Molly followed behind him, carrying the grill utensils, and I greeted them both as I walked up.
“Hey, you two, I see you found the steaks. I made brownies for your dessert,” I called out, lifting the pan in front of me so they could see it.
“Hi, darlin’. You didn’t have to do that, but we surely do appreciate it,” Pop said with a grin, as he set the steaks down and turned the knob to light the grill. Molly set the tongs and utensils down on the table next to the grill and greeted me with a smile. She was a nice woman – a kindergarten teacher who had Jagger wrapped around her little finger. The love and devotion between them was obvious to anyone who saw them together.
I motioned to the patio door with my elbow. “I’ll just set this in the kitchen and be on my way.”
“I wish you’d stay and join us, Eleanor. You know you’re always welcome,” Pop offered gruffly.
“I appreciate it, but your family needs time together, and I need to run to pick up a few groceries.”
He huffed and shook his head at me as I stepped into the house and made my way over to the kitchen counter. I heard male voices coming from the living room and had just set the pan of brownies down when I registered just exactly what one of those voices was saying. A blind rage gripped me, and without further thought, I grabbed the filet knife from the knife block on the counter and charged into the living room.
“You fuckingpervert!”
