I listened to his side of the conversation, as he got someone on it.
Work continued to be difficult. I ended up keeping everything, but the club closed all week. Tracking bets without my computer system was a nightmare. Nor did I want to push my luck with all the lock boxes for the cash. This also helped me keep the security focused on just the club and the bar, instead of spreading them out. I really missed my security cameras too. I had plenty of men, but my nerves were wearing on me.
I even had to get a new phone. I still couldn’t access anything from my cloud because I was locked out of it as well. It was like starting all over again.
I hated it. I hated starting over.
My anger at Fiona overrode any of the pleasant memories. When I thought about her now, I only saw red.
Sunday afternoon, more than a week after she left my studio and blew up my entire life, I got the call that she was seen at the nursing home. I walked away from Keith and Rebecca mid-sentence. I waved BoBo off when he tried to join me.
For the last few days, I had been driving my one car that did not blend in. Mostly because driving fast was my only release these days. If I even tried to get close to a woman, I saw Fiona’s brown hair and her sweet seductive smile. I instantly became angry and hard at the same time. No woman wanted to be near me when I was that angry.
Well, okay, there was one, but I refused to touch her. I didn’t even like her near me lately since she kept singing Ivan’s tune and pestering me that we should just ask him for help. I was beginning to think Bunny had spent far too much time with Ivan.
I lost count of how many times I had to take care of my own personal business, all the while imagining myself strangling the life out of that little siren. Her voice and beauty had called to me, and the second I was under her control, she nearly destroyed me.
An hour later, thanks to LA traffic, I pulled into the back of the parking lot at the nursing home. With a wave, I dismissed the man watching the place, and took up his post.
Five very long hours of stewing only added to my frustrations. Randy had arrived a couple of hours after me. Which meant this was most likely when they met for their family dinners. I wasn’t surprised that she spent more time here than he did.
Around seven, I saw both of them coming out, walking in the direction of his car. I stepped out of mine and approached them from behind.
“Think I will give the princess a ride home tonight, Randy.”
Randy jumped and dropped his keys. Fiona just sighed with acceptance but kept her back to me.
“Uh. no. It’s alright. I can take her.” Randy stumbled through, trying to find his keys.
“Go home, Randy. I got this. Dillan isn’t going to hurt me.” The sound of her calm voice both angered and turned me on. Which just ticked me off more.
Fiona finally spun around to face me, and all of my ire bled out. How the hell had I forgotten about her pull on me?
“Are you, Dillan?”
I blinked, realizing she was still talking. My bad. “No.” I croaked embarrassingly, then cleared my throat. “No. We just need to talk.”
She gave me a half smile and moved over to pick up the keys for her dimwitted brother, who was too busy watching us to find his own keys by his feet. My eyes moved to that perfectly rounded butt when she bent over. I smirked when Randy glared at me. He caught me checking out his little sister, and I didn’t care.
