considering the kids’ behavior and my own brand of charm, but I have to give this lady credit: she’s a mine of patience and disdainful sufferance.
What I don’t get is how that bag of rotten ever gestated anything alive, never mind giving birth to Cammy.
But back to the matter at hand.
I peep over at her from beneath my lashes and see the outward flinch she can’t manage to hide before looking down the table at Lucian’s father, Lord Jasper the Disinterested, and I gape.
He’s looking at his wife. No, that can’t be simply described as a look. He’s fuming over at his wife, his face having gone so cold and dead I suddenly know where Lucian gets the skill.
This dude is one hundred percent pissed off and all kinds of mad. If I were sour lips, I’d be outta here as fast as my legs could carry me. But this woman…she’s a whole ‘nother breed, apparently, because she just calmly sits there, schooling her features under that molten stare.
And then he stands, coming to his feet—so deceptive, he’d looked, because this dude must be at least six three if not more—and planting his fists into the table.
“Tell me.”
“Well, honestly, I have no idea what the child is saying.”
Lie!
“Listen to me, and listen very carefully, Cynthia. If I find out that this is true, that my son had a child that you hid away or got rid of…if your name is in any way linked with any of this, I will make you regret the day you ever met me. Understood?”
She can do nothing but nod, her thin veneer of disdain cracking beneath one of the worst stares I have ever seen on a human being’s face.
“Lucian, my study. Now.”
I wanna go with, just in case my guy needs help against Mr Coldness, but one look and shake of the head lets me off the hook, leaving me alone with the kiddies, the dragon, and a smiling Cammy and Brody.
Phew. Seems wrong, but right now I’m thinking this chick is most definitely the lesser of two evils.
“Daaamn, Mother, that was one hell of a cracker you just told Pops, huh?” she continues, smiling broadly enough I’m worried her cheeks will rip.
“You little upstart—”
“Oh, good grief, don’t do a nutter. Your face might split if you show too much emotion.”
That gets me chuckling loud enough that Lady Lemons throws me a glare and looks down her snooty nose at me.
“Uh, Cam, lay off the juice till I get the…” I roll my eyes at the kids. “Outta here.”
“Oh goodness, you’re right. Brody darling, do us a solid and take the little dears outside, would you? We have a few things to discuss with mummy dearest.”
Brody, being the irascible darling that he is, corrals the kids before blowing his future mother-in-law an air kiss.
“Good luck. She’s in a damn fine mood today!”
And then it’s just us, all three Jasper woman engaged in a silent showdown.
“You’ve caused more than enough trouble. I want you all out of my home before the end of the day.”
Oh ho! Somehow, now that the lord of the manor knows that the little girl he’d barely paid attention to is his granddaughter, I have a feeling it’s her old ass that’ll be hitting the curb.
I hold my tongue only because I’m enjoying her discomfort as we continue staring at her.
“I’ve done nothing—”
“But you have, Mother. I just need to prove it. Which I will. Now be a good dear and give us a clue as to how you found out about the baby in the first place. It’ll make things so much easier.”
“You’ll never prove a thing.”
That snide, totally confident statement is exactly the wrong thing to say. Not because Cammy the Ravager is here and looking like she’s ready to go ten rounds with Ali himself, but because I am now more than confident that this woman has been messing with my guy for years.
That shit just won’t fly.
Instead of ripping her bobble head right off and shoving it down her neck, I go one worse and pick up my phone, keeping my eyes on her as the line rings and then gets