pushed enough of my buttons to last for years.
“Right, but I’m the one she spent her birthday with, I’m the one who makes her happy, and I’m the one who is ready to protect her from the creep you keep shoving at her. I’m more than willing to take her with me and get out of your hair, but I doubt you want to try to explain her hasty exit to the Davenports, so why don’t you just suck it up for once in your life and let your kid have something, just one thing, that makes her happy?”
“Shaw?” There was confusion in the woman’s tone now.
“I go where he goes, so if you don’t want him to come in then I’m outta here. I never should have come in the first place. I’m tired of being manipulated and used as a pawn and an accessory. I told you about Gabe and you refuse to listen.”
“But you’re perfect together.”
“Right, only I want to be with him.” She hooked her thumb in my direction.
“He openly admitted to cheating on you only a day ago, what kind of relationship do you honestly think you can have with him? Do you think your father will continue to pay for school when he hears about this?”
She shrugged and I put a hand on her hip to pull her back against me. “I’m sick to death of worrying about it. It gives me migraines and my relationship is mine to work out. He’s not perfect and neither am I; if I choose to forgive him you don’t get a say in it.”
I felt like a heel. I shouldn’t have assumed the redhead was just going to be forgotten, but Shaw was still letting me hold her, so I wasn’t too worried about it.
“Fine. Come in, eat brunch, and try not to embarrass yourselves while you’re at it. Shaw, I want you gone as soon as brunch is done and don’t think for one single second that this is over. Just wait until I speak with your father about this circus.”
She spun around and disappeared inside the massive house. I looked down at Shaw and ran a finger across her furrowed brow. “We okay?”
“Mostly. Let’s just get through this, then worry about the rest later.” She started to pull away from me but I caught her around the waist and pulled her back to me.
“Shaw.”
“Yeah?”
I kissed her. I kissed her so that she could feel my regret, my desire to do right, the way that she had a piece of me now and I wasn’t letting go. I kissed her because I had to and kissing her made me feel better. When I lifted my head her mouth looked puffy and damp and her eyes were glassy with banked passion.
“I missed you, too.”
She giggled a little and hooked her elbow around my arm. “These are a bunch of country club people and Mom’s political associates. You clean up nice, but don’t expect them to welcome you with open arms. I don’t think any of them have ever even seen a tattoo up close and personal so be prepared to be treated like half pariah and half zoo exhibit.”
“It’ll be fine. I can’t promise to play nice if that douche bag tries to put his hands on you in front of me, though.”
She shivered against my side. “He was awful last night. I kept trying to move farther and farther away and he just followed. My mother is insane if she thinks I’m spending one more minute with him.”
“Don’t you have to drive him back to school today?”
“I was planning on faking a headache and just letting him drive while I lay down in the backseat.”
I didn’t like that idea at all; she didn’t need to be vulnerable and subjected to that nonsense.
“Just give him the keys to the BMW and you can ride back with me. Have him text you when he’s home and Nash and I can go get your car later tonight.”
“Really?”
“Yeah. Look, I know I messed up but I’m here for real now. We’re going to do this and I promise I’ll take care of you the best as I can. You’re going to have to be patient with me because I’m flying blind, but this is the kind of thing I should be doing for you. Plus, I don’t want you anywhere near that guy. He has something going on under all that polo and khaki and I don’t trust him one bit.”
“All right. I’ll set it up and if he refuses I’ll just tell him he has to find his own way home.”
She led me into a dining room that was packed with every real housewife of Brookside and every single person in the top-earning percentile of the state. There was a lot of money and power in this dining room, and Shaw was right, they were all looking at me like I was a wild animal let out of its cage. She tightened her grip on my arm and led me over to a table with all kinds of food spread out on it. Everyone gave us a wide berth for about three minutes, but as soon as Shaw tried to lead us to the table we were waylaid by Polo Shirt and the rest of the Junior League. He looked me up and down, then skimmed over Shaw in a way that made me want to hang him from a tree by his own intestines.
“This is a private function; I doubt you were invited.”
I lifted an eyebrow and settled a hand on Shaw’s lower back.
“He’s with me.” Her tone was cold and left no room for argument.
“For now.”
“Leave it alone, Polo Shirt. This isn’t the time or the place.”
“You don’t belong here. You’re a thug and a loser. Shaw is going to get tired of living on the wild side and see reason.”
“Here.” She shoved her keys at him and dragged me behind her into the room where everyone was seated at a massive table. All eyes were on us as she stormed to the table calling over her shoulder, “I’m not spending one second more with you; you can take the Beamer home by yourself or find your own ride.”
I heard him sputter but I was too busy pulling out Shaw’s seat and settling in next to her to enjoy it. I could feel most of the eyes in the room on us and her mother’s sour look from the head of the table. I was about to tell Shaw this was silly and was just making everyone uncomfortable when I heard a surprised voice say my name.
“Rule? Rule Archer is that you? What are you doing all the way out here for brunch?” The chair next to mine was pulled out and Alexander Carsten, a longtime client of mine, settled into the seat next to me. I gave him a grin and shook the hand he offered.
“What’s up, Alex? Long time no see. How’s the leg piece? Did it heal up all right?”
He laughed a big hearty laugh. Alex was a lawyer or something, in his early forties and pretty successful. I knew he drove a sweet Jag and had an awesome loft somewhere down in LoDo, but he was cool as hell for a buttoned-up kind of guy. I had done a couple big pieces on his leg and on his back, and under his pressed shirt and silk tie I knew he had two full sleeves, one Nash had done for him and one Rowdy had done. He paid big bucks and was an awesome tipper. Considering this was the last place on earth I would have planned on running into a client, I was stunned into momentary silence. I felt Shaw drop her hand onto my thigh and I covered it with my own.
“It healed perfect. I was actually thinking about swinging by in a few weeks and getting you to draw up something for my chest. So what are
