Soaring (Magdalene #2)(101)
Author: Kristen Ashley

I stopped and looked to it.

Mickey, a few paces behind me, had also stopped and he was twisted to it.

The outdoor light was on and I knew the body shaded in the glass.

Conrad.

What was he doing here at this hour?

Or at all?

“Shit, that’s Conrad,” I whispered.

Mickey stayed twisted toward the door, but slowly, his head turned to me.

I caught his look, which meant I caught my breath, and that was unfortunate because I had to focus on breathing and was too late in acting.

This meant Mickey was swiftly prowling toward the door before I got my body to move and my mouth to call, “Mickey, let me.”

He stopped at the door, aimed that dangerous look at me and said one word.

“No.”

Then he turned back to the door, unlocked it and threw it open.

I was five feet away but had a good view of Conrad on my doorstep scowling up at Mickey.

“You do not get to do this,” Mickey growled as I got to him, pressed to the side of his back and put a hand to its small.

Before I could say a word, Conrad looked to me.

“Call your Neanderthal off, Amelia.”

Mickey went solid beside me and I was right there with him.

“Don’t speak about Mickey that way,” I snapped.

“Why?” Conrad bit back. “You felt free to aim your venom at Martine.”

“Yeah, but she isn’t fuckin’ me with your ring on her finger. You got no leg to stand on with that one so get past it, asshole,” Mickey ground out.

Conrad turned angry eyes to Mickey. “You have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“I do and part of what I know is your woman knew you had to scrape off your wife before she got her own ring from you so she doesn’t have a leg to stand on either,” Mickey returned. “Now, again, get past it and if you got somethin’ to say, say it and then get the fuck outta here.”

Conrad looked back to me. “This man doesn’t know me, he has no call to curse at me.”

“Man, you’re here at ten at night uninvited and unwanted and you rang the bell the minute we got in, so you been layin’ in wait for your attack,” Mickey shot back. “I opened the door and you brought it. You brought it and blew any respect you might have gotten from me. This isn’t your home. You got no rights in this situation. And advice. Fuckin’ grow a pair. No call to curse at you?” he taunted. “Fuckin’ sissy.”

Conrad’s face was hard and his fury was palpable when he turned that to me.

“I’ll thank you to adhere to the custody agreement ordered by the judge,” he stated.

“I’m not kidnapping the kids and forcing them to watch TV here, Conrad,” I replied. “They ask to come. This is their home. They can come anytime they please.”

“If they’re asking to come, as ordered by the court, you should explain you’ve got them one weekend a month and you’ll see them then.”

What a pompous ass.

And further, it could not be believed that he actually wanted to keep our children away from their mother when they wanted to spend time with me.

God! How had I ever been in love with this man?

“I can’t say I read every word, Conrad,” I retorted. “But I don’t think it says anywhere in the court documents that if the children wish to spend additional time with me, I’m not allowed to let them do that.”

“I’ll have my attorneys scour them and if that’s not the case, perhaps I’ll move to see them amended,” Conrad volleyed.

“You do that,” I invited.

“You don’t want to go in front of the judge again, Amelia,” he warned.

“You’re wrong,” I told him. “I so do. I really, really do.”

“You have a very short memory,” he sneered.

“I could say the same thing,” I returned.

“What? A few months of behaving yourself? That won’t go very far,” he scoffed.

“I’m sorry, my mistake. I’ll take one moment to mention that it actually hasn’t been a few months, but over a year. But to the point, it isn’t just your short-term memory that’s lacking. It’s your long-term.”

“My relationship with Martine is no longer a weapon you can use against me,” he declared.

“Perhaps. Though, her and Gail Conway might get me somewhere.”

Gail Conway, the instigator of the sexual harassment suit in Lexington and a woman who had since moved on but who still very much disliked Dr. Conrad Moss.

Conrad blanched.

Bulls-eye.

“If that isn’t enough, I’ll add Hillary Schmidt,” I went on.

Ms. Schmidt did not file a suit, but she wasn’t too happy Conrad slam-bam-thank-you-ma’am’ed her while he was also wooing Martine, this going on for six months.

I couldn’t say I was overjoyed to see the fear flash across his face.

But it didn’t suck.

“And Erin McIntyre,” I kept going.

Obviously, I’d had a report from my attorney.

And he had a very good investigator.

“I would refrain from trying to get to them,” I advised. “They’ve already agreed to be deposed. Jumped at the chance, actually. They aren’t real big fans of yours.”

His face twisted and, really, how had I ever been in love with him?

“So this is your new tactic?” he bit out.

“No. This is your warning,” I replied. “You do not keep my children away from me. You allow them to come when they please,” still standing close to Mickey, I leaned into Conrad, “without one peep.” I leaned back. “And when I speak to them about making that a regular thing, suggest sharing custody and they agree, you’ll not only also agree, you’ll fucking champion it. Other than that, you’ll keep your mouth shut. You’ll also keep your wife’s mouth shut. Or we will be back in front of a judge, Conrad. But this time, I’ll eviscerate you.”

“The Hathaway comes out,” he sniped.

“At least they gave me something,” I fired back.

“You’ll regret this, Amelia,” he threatened.

On this, clearly, not liking me being threatened, Mickey shifted a little so he was between Conrad and me.

When he did this, I fell a little more in love with Mickey Donovan.

And I was falling in love.

Tumbling.

Head over feet.

Unfortunately, I couldn’t feel all the goodness of that. Conrad was there being an ass.