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fuck up, Mac.
    He did. One step, then another until his cat
was snarling at him. Storm didn’t move, didn’t let him see Andi either. Mac
knew that he’d frightened Andi. He felt horrible about that, but something was
wrong here and he didn’t understand it.
    “Storm? Mac? Are you guys coming to eat?” He
turned to his mom, trying to get his fuzz-filled head to reason with his body
and cat. “Mac? Are you all right?”
    “Yes.” Even his voice wasn’t right. He turned
then, looking at his mom, and then nodded at her. “We’re just coming now. Storm
is trying to talk Andi into coming with us.”
    “Well of course she will.” His mom came into
the kitchen and wrapped her arms around Andi, pulling her past him and to the
door. She was telling her how much she was looking forward to the meal she’d
made when Mac turned back to Storm. She looked as pissed off as he felt
confused.
    “What the hell is wrong with you? I told you
to back off. She’s been going through some shit, and you being a fucking
jackass is not going to help her.” He nodded and told her he didn’t know what
was wrong with him. “Well, fucking straighten up or I’ll make you. Do you
understand me? She’s got enough shit on her plate without you acting like one
of her family members.”
    “Her aunt and father.” Storm told him that if
she had her way, she’d shoot them both and bury them in the back yard for the
worms to get ill over. “They’re hurting her for what reason?”
    “They’ve got it in their head that she’s
their maid and payday all wrapped up in a pretty little bow. When I found her the
other day, that piece of shit father of hers was dragging her around by her hair
and telling me that she had to send him her checks. He’s in jail. I had Mason
go and pay him a visit, and he’s supposed to not bother her again. We’ll see. Mason
said the man was too stupid to take to the compulsion very well, that he didn’t
expect him to stay away. But he’d go back and visit him a couple more times
just to make sure.”
    “He will. Not bother her, I mean. Neither her
father nor her aunt will get near her if I can help it.” Storm said nothing but
stared at him. “We should go eat. I mean, I’m hungry, aren’t you?”
    “I am. What was that?” He told her he
honestly had no idea. “Well curb it, buddy, or I will. She’s my friend, and I
don’t want you going all macho shit stupid on her.”
    “You have such a way with words. You know
that, don’t you?” Storm told him to fuck off. “Yeah, like a delicate flower you
are. It’s small wonder that they don’t have you teach kindergarten or something
like that. You’d be such a hit with the parents.”
    They made their way to the dining area and
Mac was trying his best to get his thoughts in a row. While he’d been in the
back rooms, Storm’s aunts had shown up to eat with them, and he was glad for
that. They were a family too, after all. Sitting down, he noticed that Andi was
at the other end of the table from him, and for some reason that made him feel
pissy again. But Storm grabbed his leg under the table and dug her nails—more
likely her cat claws—into his thigh, and he sat still. He didn’t move, thankful
that she’d not gone any higher on his leg.
    Mess this up and I will make that pretty face
of yours look like raw meat. He nodded and put his hand over hers to
remove it. But she dug deeper. Mac moved his hand and sat still until she
removed hers. He didn’t think he wanted to ever sit near her again at the
table. Storm was not a nice person when she was being protective. He hated to
see what she would be like with her own children.

 
    Chapter 3
     
    Andi was trying her best not to eat very much
because she was afraid of getting ill. But they all, everyone around her, kept
shoving food on her plate. And when she protested that she’d eaten earlier, no
one seemed to care. She had two chops and a mound of potatoes on her plate—which
would feed her