Page 30 of Loyal
“He is a ball of fucking angst,” Tiny says low.
“Yeah, and a fucking time bomb waiting to go off. Let’s get home.”
With that, I climb on my bike and lead us back to San Antonio.
The prospect needs dealing with, but I have more important things to do. Like making breakfast for my woman.
It’s Thursday evening, and I don’t think I’ve ever been more exhausted in my life. I had a mother who labored for far longer than I would have liked with a dick of a partner for my entire shift. Thankfully she had the baby fifteen minutes before I got off. Not only did I have them, but I also had a hypochondriac mother who was afraid of every little thing. The only thing that kept her calm was her mother and boyfriend. Otherwise I’m sure things with her would have gone sideways. All in all, I helped bring six babies into the world this week while my daughter at home was playing a game of hot and cold.
All week Farrah has been up and down. Sometimes as sweet as pie, then the next minute calling me a selfish bitch when I didn’t do whatever it is she wanted.
It’s been exhausting, and as much as I hate to say it, and I know it makes me sound horrible, I’m looking forward to her going to her dad’s for the week. I don’t ever want to be away from her, but at the same time, I need a break.
“Hey,” she says as she walks into my bedroom.
If I didn’t know better, I would think her ears were burning.
“Hi,” I say as I keep folding laundry.
“What are you doing?” she asks as she sits on my bed.
I look at the T-shirt in my hands before looking back at her, my eyebrow raised.
She rolls her eyes. “You know what I meant.”
“I’m just trying to get things done.”
“What’s your boyfriend up to?” she asks, catching me off guard.
“I’m not sure. I haven’t checked my phone in a while. Why?”
She shrugs. “I was just thinking maybe he could come over and watch a movie with us, but if he’s busy with his friends…”
My heart stutters.
“Did you just ask if he wanted to hang out with us?” I ask, not bothering to hide my shock.
“Don’t make a big deal out of it. Are you going to ask or what?”
I drop the shirt and walk over to my nightstand, where my phone is charging.
Me: Hey, late notice, but would you want to come over tonight and watch a movie with Farrah and me?
He responds instantly.
Loyal: I would love to. Give me a little bit and I’ll be over. Do you two want me to pick up anything? Order dinner?
“Do you want anything before he comes over?”
She makes a noise in the back of her throat. “How’s he going to carry shit on his bike?”
“He has saddlebags,” I point out, trying to not let her attitude get to me.
Hot and cold.
“I want Chinese food, but from a delivery guy.”
I take a deep breath and nod.
