“You’re angry.”
“How’d you guess?”
“You told me it was okay to go.”
“I would have seemed like a raging bitch if I said anything else. Besides, I didn’t think it would be so long until I heard from you.”
He sighed into the phone. “I wanted to be alone when we talked, and believe it or not, I haven’t been in a room or a vehicle by myself since I dropped you off.”
She pulled down a filter and the coffee and told herself to count to ten. “So start talking.”
“You’re not going to make this easy for me, are you?”
“Why should I? This is the second time the same woman has come between us.”
“It’s not like that,” he snapped.
Nice. Now he was angry too.
“Really?” She snagged the coffee pot, thrust it under the faucet and flipped the handle. “Then what is it like?”
“I called to let you know that I’m wrapping a few things up and then I’m coming over. I’ll explain when I get there.”
The shower shut off at the exact same moment she finished filling the coffee pot, and Lacey’s decision was made. Michael had left her without a word, as if she would simply wait until he beckoned and come to heel like a good little puppy. While she didn’t mind kink in the bedroom, becoming his doormat was another thing entirely. Since she wasn’t sure what was wrong with Candice—a friend who had never let her down—she was going to take the time to find out.
Until then, the men could take care of themselves.
“Sorry,” she said as she finished pouring the water into the top of the machine and placed the thin glass container in the proper location. “You’ll have to visit some other time. I’ve already got plans.”
“What do you mean you have plans?”
Oh yeah, he was good and pissed. Too bad she didn’t give a shit.
“If you need a translation, I suggest you go ask Aly. I’m sure she can clarify.”
Lacey hung up the phone without another word, waited until the line was disconnected and took it off the hook.
“Son of a bitch!” Michael closed his cell and sagged in the lounge chair on Trevor’s back deck.
Hours had bled, one into the next, becoming an incoherent mash-up of events that he couldn’t piece together. From the moment he’d hit Fantasia he’d been forced to become a mediator, a referee and a voice of reason. Since Conner refused to leave Aly, Trevor had wanted to tear the asshole apart along with Brian. That meant he had to keep the peace.
It hadn’t been easy.
“You should crash in one of the guest rooms and get some sleep.” Shiloh’s soft voice startled him, and he realized he had started to drift off again. “Doc gave Aly something, so she’s out like a light.
There isn’t more you can do.”
“I’d still like to know what the hell she was thinking.” He rubbed his eyes, shaking off the tempting arms of sleep.
“She wasn’t. That’s the problem. She had so much pent-up emotional pain that she decided to transfer it to something physical she could control.”
“Conner—”
“Had no idea, just like you had no idea that Aly was into pain when she needed emotional release.”
Michael slumped in the chair. “I saw the scars on her thighs. When I asked about them she said they were from her stepfather. Another lie, I suppose.”
“No, that part wasn’t a lie. The scars just made it easier for her to hide what she did to herself when she couldn’t cope. Cutting is more common than you think.”
Michael glanced up when he saw Trevor walk past the glass doors. Brian wasn’t with him, which meant the other man had remained behind with their new houseguest. His clothes were wrinkled and his hair was tangled. Once they’d gotten Aly out of the bathroom Trevor had taken total control of the situation. That meant Michael’d had to babysit Brian and Conner, which hadn’t been enjoyable. The men had exchanged unpleasant barbs and taunts until Michael had forced them to opposite sides of the club. It was a right good thing Vaughn had arrived when he had. As the owner of Fantasia, he didn’t take any shit. Once he’d assessed the situation, he’d called in the club’s private doctor and moved things upstairs.
That was more than fourteen hours ago.
No wonder Lacey was pissed.
Unfortunately, her anger made his all the worse. He’d told her what he was doing and he hadn’t done anything to tarnish the fragile trust developing between them. Still, she continued shutting him down, using something that had transpired without his control against him.
Again.
Determined to go to her despite her warning that she had plans, he was startled when he stumbled as he rose from the chair. Shiloh rushed forward to balance him.
“You need some sleep.”
Shaking his head clear, he said, “I just need a strong cup of coffee. I’ll be fine.”
Shiloh’s soft hands cradled his cheeks, forcing him to look down and into her face. “You’re not going to do your lady friend any favors showing up like this. Go upstairs, get some sleep and drive over when you can think clearly.”
Michael glanced at his reflection in the glass doors. He looked like death warmed over. His hair was messy and his dress shirt was speckled with brown bloodstains. His nose was also swollen, his nostrils were caked with flecks of red and the crack in his lip still smarted whenever he attempted to grimace. Glancing down, he flexed his fingers. The knuckles on his right hand were beginning to scab over. As much as he hated to use force, when Brian had lunged at Conner he’d had no choice but to knock some sense into the man with a hefty blow to his jaw. That had led to a nasty tussle, one that left each of them with swollen noses and a few scrapes and bruises.
“I need a shower.”
Shiloh stepped back and wrapped an arm around his waist to assist him to the doors. “Sleep first, Romeo. You can worry about that pretty face of yours later.”
“Sorry, no can do.” He moved away from her as soon as he stepped inside and followed the smell of freshly brewed coffee.
Shiloh exhaled in exasperation but didn’t argue as she rolled her eyes and took off in the direction of the living room. The very vanilla bartender of Fantasia didn’t mince words or try to sway any of them when their minds were made up. It was the primary reason Vaughn kept her on at the club despite the way he felt about her. Shiloh was a woman Vaughn could only admire from afar as she didn’t share his desires or sexual tendencies, but he suffered in silence to keep her around, to dream of what he could never have. Michael had once thought it was a romantic and rather stupid notion on Vaughn’s part.
Oh the fucking irony.
“You should listen to her,” Trevor said as Michael strolled into the kitchen. “You look like shit.”
Michael accepted the coffee Trevor handed him and took a cautious sip. “That’s why I plan to use your shower before I leave.”
“You sure you’re safe to drive?”
“I’ve pulled my share of forty-eight-hour shifts when we’ve been short a driver. I’ll be fine.”
“Why don’t you let me call Lacey to come get you?”
Michael considered lying but decided against it. Trevor had an uncanny ability to tell when someone wasn’t being honest with him. “She’s pissed at me.”
Trevor cocked a brow. “What have you done now?”
“I’ve ditched her twice for another woman. She’s not taking that well.”
“Jealous much?”
The haughty tone was unusual for Trevor but it pissed Michael off just the same. “Do you know when Conner will be dropping by?”
Trevor’s smirk vanished. “I told him he could stop by later this evening after Aly has had an opportunity to rest.”