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blowing another two evenings. No fuckin’ way I’m picking the kid up another two days.”
    Chas glared at her. “Don’t worry your peroxide-blonde head about it. I’ll pick up Jack. He told me at the ice cream parlor that he wanted to do the extra sessions. We should be happy she wants to help him.”
    “Well, chubbo set up a meeting for us at three o’clock tomorrow afternoon. Think you’ll be able to make it? You always seem to have something to do,” Brianna said.
    “I do. I work. Remember what the word means? Yeah, I’ll be there. Stop calling Ms. O’Leary names. Jack likes her, and I don’t want him to hear your viper tongue. Got it?”
    “Whatever.” With half-lidded eyes, she moved toward him and touched his forearm lightly. “You’ll have to come pick me up for the meeting, ’cause my car is in the shop again. Will you do that?”
    Stepping away from her, he said, “Yeah, that’s fine. Be ready at around two forty-five. And Brianna, don’t wear your slut clothes, okay?” His boots echoed on the concrete steps as he left the porch and made his way back to his Harley.
    “Bye, honey. See you tomorrow.”
    Without a reply or a backward glance, he mounted his bike and took off. Anger shook him as he rode against the wind, his hands gripping the handlebars so tightly, the whites of his knuckles shone under the full moon. Brianna was a crappy mom, but she was still his son’s mother, and sons needed their mother. Chas’s relationship with his mom was awesome, and he didn’t want to deprive Jack of having one with Brianna, but a gnawing feeling had been picking at his gut for the last few months.
    When Jack told him Brianna called him stupid, Chas had seen red. Having a mother in his son’s life was important, but if Brianna was being emotionally and verbally abusive, it was more detrimental for Jack to live with her than to not be with her. Making a mental note to call Cara in the morning to see if she thought he stood a chance in obtaining sole custody of Jack, he pushed down on the gas and sped toward his house.
    He’d pick up Brianna in his Jeep; there was no way he was having her on the back of his bike. Dread at having to spend time with her, the only glimmer of light was that he’d see the pretty librarian again, hopefully in one of her sexy skirts hugging all her curves. He’d like to get to know her a whole lot better. He was surprised that he was attracted to her, since he tended to like trashy women who laid it all out for him to see. But with her, it was different. He found her long skirts and buttoned-up blouses extremely enticing. He definitely wanted to see more of her.
    The meeting may not turn out to be so bad, after all.

Chapter Three
    H umming to herself, Addie marked off the newly arrived books for her after-school reading program. Securing the library position was a dream come true. Even though she had a degree in Library Science, she’d never had the chance to work in a library since she’d married Ian soon after graduating. She was tickled pink to have the job and work with children who had reading issues, and it made her greet every day with a smile.
    Addie loved kids and always thought she’d have a big family. Being an only child, she’d longed for a brother or sister, especially when her parents had died right before the end of her senior year in college. If she’d had a sibling, it would’ve been easier for her to have dealt with the robbery and murder of her parents.
    Ever since she could remember, her mother and father had owned a jewelry store on Humbolt Street in Chicago. As a child, she’d loved looking at all the sparkling gems and gleaming gold. The store had heavy bullet-proof windows and doors, and customers had to be buzzed in. Near the cash register, her dad’s trusty 9mm Glock added another security layer. Addie remembered how her mother had balked when her dad had insisted she learn how to use the weapon. The locked doors, thick windows, and gun