Richard did the same, washing his hands and staring at him.
“You think I’m afraid of you?”
“I don’t give a fuck if you’re afraid or not. I can make you piss your pants in less than ten seconds, asshole. Stay away from her. Otherwise I’ll break your fucking hands beyond repair, you hear me?”
“She likes me.”
Lindsey would be so pissed if you got her fired.
Only because he cared about her did he not go through with his threat.
Only because she needed this job did he step forward, getting in Richard’s face. “News flash. When a girl is trying hard to get away from you, to avoid any contact with you at all, that doesn’t mean she wants you. That means she’s trying really fucking hard to get as far away from you as possible. Lindsey doesn’t want you. Never has. She wants her job, and that is all you’re going to give her.”
He stared at him and waited.
Finally, Richard relented, holding his hands up. “Can’t blame a guy for trying though, right. She’s fucking hot. Chill out, man. Stop being so serious all the time.”
Following him out, Pie saw Lindsey leaning against the wall, waiting for him. She bit her lip and looked nervous as hell.
Pulling her into his arms, he pressed a kiss to her cheek. “Were you worried?”
“Just a little. I know you’ve got a pretty short temper.”
“That I do but no worries. I’m here now. Let’s dance.”
“Will you put that one there?” Holly said.
While Pie was out doing club business, Lindsey had opted to help out Holly and Mary with their latest huge summer feature for their blog. They stood outside of the clubhouse. Several tables were laden with good picnic food. There was potato salad, deviled eggs of many different tastes, burgers, wings, and just everything that a person on a diet really shouldn’t eat. Not that she was on any diet or anything, but her mouth was watering.
She’d been at the clubhouse early to help with whatever the two old ladies needed. While the other women were busy, she’d decided to help out. She enjoyed being around Holly and Mary. They were both nice women and didn’t take shit from anyone.
“You’re very quiet today,” Mary said.
“I’ve not heard you speak.”
Lindsey smiled. “I’ve been staying quiet so you girls can stay in the zone, you know. The weather is warm. How are you going to handle your dessert tables?”
“Don’t even get me started on that. Making ice cream today has been a fucking nightmare.” Holly spoke as she clicked away behind her camera.
Holly and Mary’s food blog had a huge following, so when it came to important events from Christmas through to summer, they would always post new recipes and ideas for how to keep hungry crowds satisfied.
Lindsey could totally eat someone with how delicious everything smelled.
“I can imagine. It’s not exactly the weather for it,” Lindsey said, hands on hips, and stepping away so her shadow wasn’t cast on any of the tables.
“How was your and Pie’s date the other night?” Mary asked.
“It wasn’t really a date. He came with me to give me support, but it was fine. He hates my boss.”
“That’s because according to Pie, the asshole couldn’t keep his hands to himself,” Holly said, stepping up to the table and rearranging some of the wings on the plate.
“How do you know that?”
“Believe it or not, honey, our guys always talk about each other,” Mary said.
“Guy trouble and all that,” Holly said. “I reckon if they couldn’t get advice from each other, they would never get laid again.”
Lindsey didn’t know if she liked being talked about like that. Not that she’d done anything wrong, far from it. But, talking about her to the other guys, didn’t that mean something?
Tucking some hair behind her ears, Lindsey saw Zoe come out carrying her and Raoul’s son, John.
“Hey, ladies, how is everything?” Zoe asked.
“We’re doing good. How was your appointment at the doctor’s?” Holly asked.
“We’re going all good, and he’s such a huge boy. They’re so happy with him. Weight, growth, we’re all on track, aren’t we, little guy?”
Lindsey moved a little closer and ran her finger against his cheek. “He is so cute. Of course there’s nothing wrong with you. You’re a peach, aren’t you, little guy?”
He gurgled, and she chuckled.
“Do you want to hold him?”
“Are you sure?”
“I know from Kasey that you’re good with kids,” Zoe said. “And my arms are aching.”
Holding John in her arms, Lindsey settled him against her hip, and turned to see Holly and Mary looking at her. “What?”
“Do you want kids?”
“Once I did. A whole flock of them.” She held John’s arm and was pretending to dance with him. With his other hand, he slapped her chest and made some baby noises, which totally made her fall in love. He was just the cutest baby. Of course, all the babies were the cutest. If she had Mary’s son, Thomas, she’d be the same. But Thomas was out with his daddy, so it was just the girls.