The Biker's Fate Chapter 125

Cassidy 

"I feel like we should wait for the police," I said.

"Don't worry about it. Alex will take care of it and if there are any issues, my brother will help."

"Is your brother a cop?"

"FBI."

"Oh, wow."

Payton smiled. "I really want to get Lily home and get ice on her arm. Macey's coming over later, so I'm going to have her look at it."

"Should she go to the emergency room?" I asked.

"No, nothing feels broken. She has full range of motion, so we'll ice and see what Mace says when she comes over."

"Can we go to their house, Mom, please?" Maverick begged.

"Sure, buddy. I'll just text Carter and let him know what we're doing."

"Don't," Payton said. "It'll distract him."

"Good point." I laid my hand on Maverick's head. "Okay, buddy, let's get in the car. We'll follow Mrs. James home."

Maverick buckled himself in and we followed Payton home. I didn't see Carter as we drove out of the parking lot, I did still see his bike, but wondered where the heck the men had gone. We passed a lit-up police cruiser on our way home and my heart raced a little. I'd never been in trouble with the law... or anyone for that matter, so it made me nervous.

We pulled up to a lovely and spacious house in Felida, an upper-class area of Vancouver. It was a newer development and it made me long for a place of our own. Me, Maverick, and Carter. I smiled, realizing that it was very, very likely that we'd have it one day.

Maverick unbuckled himself and rushed to open the door for Lily. I caught Payton's eye and we both stifled giggles. Grabbing my purse, I followed her inside the house and, after a quick tour, we sat at the dinette table with the kids while Payton iced Lily's arm.

Hawk and Carter got home less than an hour after us.

I studied Carter's body, checking for injury, but he looked fine... well, other than the knuckles on his right hand.

"Babe, I'm fine," he said, stroking my cheek.

"How bad?"

He studied his hand. "Not bad."

I let out a frustrated snort. "Not you, Carter. Ethan's dad."

"Babe, don't ask questions you don't want answers to."

"I'm not."

Carter sighed. "He won't be an issue."

"Did the police come?"

"Yeah, but it's sorted."

"Carter."

"I'm hungry. Are we ordering pizza or what?"

"Honey, seriously, tell me."

He smiled, kissing me quickly. "Ethan's dad didn't press charges, and we didn't either, considering his kid hurt Lily, so it's done."

"Except we need to find another daycare."

"We've got time, Cass. I'll take Mav with me to the shop on days I have to go in and when we get married, we can find a more permanent situation."

I huffed and stalked into the kitchen.

"Babe?" Carter called, following me.

"You okay?" Payton asked me, glancing up from her laptop on the island.

I nodded. "Yep."

"What do you want on your pizza?" Payton asked.

"I like combo, Carter's a ham and pineapple guy, and Mav's all about the cheese."

"Perfect. Ordered." Payton grinned and closed the laptop. "Should be here in half-an-hour or so."

"Don't like ham and pineapple anymore, Cassidy," Carter said.

"Don't care, Carter," I retorted, and sat at the island.

I saw Payton smile and I glared up at Carter, catching his grin before he schooled his features. "What?"

"What?" he repeated, innocently.

"Bite me, butthead."

He leaned down and gently nipped the back of my neck. "Anytime, baby."

"You're an idiot."

Carter laughed. "God, how I have missed that from you."

"Bet you have."

"I still love ham and pineapple."

I rolled my eyes. "Tell me something I don't know, Carter."

"Yoohoo!" a voice called out from the foyer.

"Kitchen, Mace," Payton responded.

"I'll get Lily," Hawk said, and bellowed for her up the stairs.

"Helpful, babe, thanks," Payton grumbled.

Hawk grinned, and Lily and Maverick came down the stairs a few seconds later, Maverick in full protection mode. I was beginning to see that I'd need to have a conversation with him about the difference of being protective and stalker-like.

"Auntie Macey," Lily squeaked and hugged her.

Macey hunkered down in front of her and grinned. "Hey, baby. Mommy said you got a bruise on your arm. I'm gonna look at it okay?"

"Okay," Lily said.

"Mav, let's give them some space," I said.

He frowned and it took him a few seconds before he stepped away from Lily and over to me. I gave Carter a look of frustration and he smiled.

"Hey, Mav, let's go talk for a bit," Carter said.

"I want to make sure Lily's okay," Maverick countered.

"She's okay, bud, but Macey needs to look at her to make sure." Carter laid a hand on his shoulder. "And she needs to do it without us hovering."

Maverick sighed, but followed Carter into the family room. I heard my phone peal from the kitchen and rummaged through my purse to answer it. I didn't recognize the number. "Hello?"

"Cassidy?"

"Yes, this is she."

"Hey, it's Tom."

I frowned. "Oh, hi."

"I'm ringing to see if everything's okay with your son."

"Oh, yes. It's fine. Thank you. How did you get my number?"

"Janie provided it. I hope I'm not overstepping. I was concerned about you and wanted to make sure you were okay."

"Thank you. Yes, everything's fine."

"I'm so glad," he said. "Well, should you need anything, please let me know."

"Okay. Thank you."

"Cheers." He hung up.

"Who was that?" Carter asked as he walked into the kitchen and grabbed a beer.

I shoved my phone back in my purse. "No one."

"Does this no one have a name?"

"It was a telemarketer," I lied. "I didn't ask his name."

"Want a beer?"

I shook my head. "I'm good with pop."

He smiled and wrapped an arm around my waist. "Stop worrying."

I dropped my head to his chest. "Don't tell me what to do."

Carter chuckled, setting his beer on the island and sliding his hand to my neck. "I've got Mav, honey. We'll hang out this week at the shop. He's old enough to hold a wrench and learn how to fix an engine anyway."

I raised my head and bit my lip. "You won't let a car fall on him, or let him fall down into a hole or anything, will you?"

"Babe."

"What?" I challenged. "He's a little boy and he's curious about everything, but common sense is not his strong suit."

"I remember, honey. Don't worry, I got this."

I squeezed his middle. "I love you, even if you drive me nuts."

"So, how about we go get married next week?"

"You are not going to get a rise out of me, Carter Quinn."

He chuckled again and raised my head for a heart stopping kiss. "We'll continue this later."

I smiled. "We better."

"Come on, let's go join everyone."

"Okay, but I can't make it a late night."

"It won't be," Carter promised. "I need time to do things to you."

I giggled. "You are so romantic."

Ace

"I'll just grab my beer, babe," I said, and waited until Cassidy was out of sight. I then found her phone, referenced the phone number that had last called her, and put the phone back in her purse. Grabbing a soda for her, I took my beer and followed her into the other room.

Telemarketer, my ass. I knew she lied to me, I just wasn't sure why, but I fully intended to find out.