kid. Now she's living a great life with a nice guy and none of us what to ruin that for her.”
We were in the middle of an early dinner when the house phone rang, everyone looked at each other but none of them bothered to get up to answer it.
“Sure. I'll get it.”
“Thanks mommy!” Jaxon held up his beer with a wide grin.
I ignored the weirdo, not wanting to add fuel to the fire.
“Hello?”
“Frankie? It's Jerry.”
“Oh hey Jerry.”
Five sets of eyes swung to me with curiosity.
“Can you put me on speaker to chat with the boys please?”
“Sure thing.”
I pressed the button and it crackled loudly.
“Okay Jerry.” I said as I held out the phone toward the table.
“Just letting you know that the babysitter is on a flight. Her name is Eden Hurley and she'll be there by eight. Behave yourselves please, we're running out of staff and the agency is refusing to send any more.”
I looked at the grinning faces around the table, it was like they made it their mission to make life hell for their babysitter. My gaze cast out the glass doors to the external area, one of the bodyguards was doing the rounds. They made it difficult for the security staff as well.
“She actually has the ability to be a really good assistant for you boys provided you behave yourselves. I'm counting on you.”
There was a unison agreement between the men that had suddenly grown up about twenty years. I was wondering for how long though.
A knock at the door answered my question.
“Gotta go Jerry.” Evan leaped up out of his seat, reaching out to the phone. “See you in a couple of days.”
Jerry had barely got his protest out before Evan hit the end call button and was on his way to the front door. Hearing the hoots of what sounded like a lot of people, I wandered around the corner to watch as Evan opened the door and people piled through.
“Evan! We brought pizza like you said, 's that cool?”
“Yep, much better than the rabbit food on offer.”
I didn't think that frying up bits of chicken and feeding them a few standard vegetables was rabbit food but I guess I was wrong. How dare I feed them vegetables and fried food. Evan turned and saw me standing there, the smile dropped from his face.
“Oh hey Frankie.”
I turned and said nothing, not really wanting to engage him in conversation. The polite thing to do is to tell someone that you don't like the food, not talk about them behind their back. Lola was a pretty nice woman but somewhere along the way she had forgotten to teach her son good manners. I returned to the table and started collecting the plates, ignoring Jaxon's complaints when I removed it.
“I was eating that.”
“Well one of your friends has brought something better than rabbit food so you don't have to feign politeness anymore.”
The chair scrapped out across the tiled floor, anger blistering in Jaxon's face.
“What the fuck did you say?”
“Oh come on, I was just being nice when they said they brought pizza.”
Evan's whine grated against my skin, Curtis stood to stop me from cleaning the table. He was about to say something when Jaxon continued his tirade.
“It's not fucking rabbit food Evan.” Jaxon swiped a chicken leg from the plate, flinging bits of fried skin around the table. “It's deep fried, this isn't even remotely close to being rabbit food.”
“Enough.” I hissed. “Come on, let it go.”
“Do I get my dinner back?”
I sighed and put his plate back, he settled back into his seat and carried on eating. Well, I would have never thought that my fried chicken would be defended so angrily. Curtis took the remaining plates from my hands and turned me around to face Evan. His hands were loaded with at least a dozen boxes, behind him was probably twenty or so people who were watching quietly. Curtis placed his hands on my shoulders, like two great weights they pressed heavily onto my body.
I wasn't sure what Curtis was expecting me to do but he certainly wasn't
We were in the middle of an early dinner when the house phone rang, everyone looked at each other but none of them bothered to get up to answer it.
“Sure. I'll get it.”
“Thanks mommy!” Jaxon held up his beer with a wide grin.
I ignored the weirdo, not wanting to add fuel to the fire.
“Hello?”
“Frankie? It's Jerry.”
“Oh hey Jerry.”
Five sets of eyes swung to me with curiosity.
“Can you put me on speaker to chat with the boys please?”
“Sure thing.”
I pressed the button and it crackled loudly.
“Okay Jerry.” I said as I held out the phone toward the table.
“Just letting you know that the babysitter is on a flight. Her name is Eden Hurley and she'll be there by eight. Behave yourselves please, we're running out of staff and the agency is refusing to send any more.”
I looked at the grinning faces around the table, it was like they made it their mission to make life hell for their babysitter. My gaze cast out the glass doors to the external area, one of the bodyguards was doing the rounds. They made it difficult for the security staff as well.
“She actually has the ability to be a really good assistant for you boys provided you behave yourselves. I'm counting on you.”
There was a unison agreement between the men that had suddenly grown up about twenty years. I was wondering for how long though.
A knock at the door answered my question.
“Gotta go Jerry.” Evan leaped up out of his seat, reaching out to the phone. “See you in a couple of days.”
Jerry had barely got his protest out before Evan hit the end call button and was on his way to the front door. Hearing the hoots of what sounded like a lot of people, I wandered around the corner to watch as Evan opened the door and people piled through.
“Evan! We brought pizza like you said, 's that cool?”
“Yep, much better than the rabbit food on offer.”
I didn't think that frying up bits of chicken and feeding them a few standard vegetables was rabbit food but I guess I was wrong. How dare I feed them vegetables and fried food. Evan turned and saw me standing there, the smile dropped from his face.
“Oh hey Frankie.”
I turned and said nothing, not really wanting to engage him in conversation. The polite thing to do is to tell someone that you don't like the food, not talk about them behind their back. Lola was a pretty nice woman but somewhere along the way she had forgotten to teach her son good manners. I returned to the table and started collecting the plates, ignoring Jaxon's complaints when I removed it.
“I was eating that.”
“Well one of your friends has brought something better than rabbit food so you don't have to feign politeness anymore.”
The chair scrapped out across the tiled floor, anger blistering in Jaxon's face.
“What the fuck did you say?”
“Oh come on, I was just being nice when they said they brought pizza.”
Evan's whine grated against my skin, Curtis stood to stop me from cleaning the table. He was about to say something when Jaxon continued his tirade.
“It's not fucking rabbit food Evan.” Jaxon swiped a chicken leg from the plate, flinging bits of fried skin around the table. “It's deep fried, this isn't even remotely close to being rabbit food.”
“Enough.” I hissed. “Come on, let it go.”
“Do I get my dinner back?”
I sighed and put his plate back, he settled back into his seat and carried on eating. Well, I would have never thought that my fried chicken would be defended so angrily. Curtis took the remaining plates from my hands and turned me around to face Evan. His hands were loaded with at least a dozen boxes, behind him was probably twenty or so people who were watching quietly. Curtis placed his hands on my shoulders, like two great weights they pressed heavily onto my body.
I wasn't sure what Curtis was expecting me to do but he certainly wasn't
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