The fuck of it was, however their Dad talked to them, they didn’t have.
“Why not?” Keira asked. “Not my thing,” Violet replied. “You’d look hot in Lucky clothes,” Keira announced and then asked, “Don’t you think, Cal?” He had no idea what she was talking about.
But he didn’t have to answer, Violet spoke. “It’s Mr. Callahan.”
“They can call me Cal,” Cal stated.
“They’re not gonna call you Cal,” Violet returned.
He looked at her to see she’d turned her head to him then he looked back at the road. “Why not?”
“They need to respect their elders.”
“I don’t like Mr. Callahan,” Cal told her.
“Then we’ll call you Uncle Cal,” Keira put in.
“Keira –” Violet started.
“Cal’ll do,” Cal cut Violet off, not about to be called Uncle Cal either.
“Joe, they’re not gonna call you Cal,” Violet repeated.
There it was. Joe.
He didn’t feel that in his chest or his gut, he felt her calling him Joe in his dick.
His Dad’s name was Joe too, so, since birth, everyone had called him Cal. According to his Dad, his mother had come up with the nickname.
But Bonnie’d called him Joe. She was the only one who did. It irritated him the first couple of times that Violet called him that then he started to like it, mainly because she was moaning it when his cock was inside her, her nipple was in his mouth or his tongue was at her clit. And he still liked it because it reminded him of those times.
“You call him Joe?” Kate asked, entering the conversation. “I thought everyone called him Cal.”
Kate, obviously, had been hearing about him at school, something which Cal didn’t care much about, it wasn’t new.
Violet didn’t reply. She’d looked out the side window again.
“Can we call you Joe?” Keira asked.
“No,” Violet responded.
“Sure,” Cal said over her and for the life of him, again, he had no clue why he did.
“Cool! Then it’s Joe,” Keira decided.
“I like Joe, Joe’s a cool name,” Kate muttered.
Violet sighed. This meant she was giving in and it also meant she was a pushover with her girls. He wondered if this was the way it always was or if this was in response to their father being dead. He reckoned it was the last.
For the rest of the drive Keira carried on the conversation with Kate interjecting occasionally but Cal and Violet contributed absolutely nothing. Then again, Keira didn’t even need Kate’s input. The girl was a talker.
They made it to the mall, Cal parked and got out, pulling the seat up for Keira who scrambled out with that enthusiastic grace only teenage girls seemed to have. As he slammed the door behind her, he looked across the roof and saw Violet and Kate were also out. He beeped the locks when Violet closed the door and Keira ran to her sister, linking arms with her and they hustled to the mall. Obviously shopping was a favorite pastime. It was like the girls were made of metal and the mall was a high-powered magnet pulling them in.
Violet didn’t look at him and she walked more calmly toward the building.
Cal fell in step beside her.
“Buddy –”
Suddenly, she stopped and tipped her head back to look at him.
“I saw you talking to Colt.”
Her voice was quiet but not soft, it was an accusation.
Before he could say anything, she kept speaking.
“I know you know.”
“I know,” he confirmed.
She stifled a flinch and went on. “It isn’t your job to look after us.”
“Violet –”
“It isn’t your job.”
She was right, it wasn’t, but that didn’t mean dick because he was going to do it. He didn’t tell her that, he just kept looking at her.
“You’re here because Keira’s making it her mission to befriend everyone within a twenty mile radius. She misses home, she had tons of friends and family at home and she’s social. She’s trying to recreate that,” Violet informed him though she was wrong. He was invited by Keira because her daughter loved her and knew Violet missed her husband and Keira was looking for a replacement to take away her mother’s pain. He’d done the same thing with his Dad after his mother died. It didn’t work but he’d done it.
Cal didn’t tell her that either.
“We’ll get through this…” her hand lifted and she gestured at the mall, “and we’ll go home and you’ll disappear like when we first moved in. You’ll be a shiny, Ford pickup in your drive and that’s it. Yeah?”
“No.”
He watched her upper body jerk and she stared at him.
Then she repeated, “No?”
“What Colt tells me, your situation is extreme.”
“It’s none of your business.”
“You live next door.”
“It’s still none of your business.”
“You got two girls.”
He watched her swallow as something crossed her face before she hid it.
Fear.
Cal felt that lock in his chest too.
“This is my business, buddy, people pay me a lotta cake to keep them safe,” he told her.
“It might be your business, Joe, but this is not your business.”
He leaned into her and she held her ground, glaring up at him.
Quietly, he reminded her, “I’ve had my dick in you.” He watched the color hit her cheeks, she opened her mouth to speak but he kept going. “That makes it my business.”
“That’s ridiculous,” she hissed.
“No, it sure as fuck isn’t.”
“I don’t want your help.”
“Too bad.”
“Joe –”
“Too bad.”
“Dammit, Joe –”
She stopped speaking because he grabbed her hand and started walking, hauling her along with him.
Her girls were standing inside the mall doors looking out at them and when they hit the sidewalk, Violet twisted her hand out of his.
Cal allowed this. He was there looking out for her and her girls. He wasn’t there to give them any ideas or start anything up again with their mother.
They walked into the mall and even though Violet said she wasn’t going to Lucky that was the first place she directed them.
She stopped just inside the store, looked at her daughters and stated, “You both have one hundred and fifty dollars to spend in here.”
Cal thought this would be met with shrieks of joy but it was not. Both girls looked at their mother and didn’t move nor speak. Keira even turned her ankle to the side with sudden discomfort.
“Hello?” Violet called. “Did you hear me?”
“That money’s for you,” Kate said to her mother.
“Yes, and I’m giving it to you,” Violet returned.
“Granddad gave that money to Uncle Sam for you to use,” Keira put in.
“He gave it to me to do with what I wanted and I’m doing that,” Violet told her daughter.
“We already spent our money,” Kate replied firmly.
“So now, spend more,” Violet responded even more firmly.
Neither girl responded nor did they move.
They all looked at each other, locked in silent mother-daughter combat. Cal wondered who’d win but if he had to put money on it, his money would be on Kate and Keira.
As he watched the silent showdown, he decided he liked Violet’s girls.
“I know!” Keira suddenly exclaimed, breaking the tense silence. “I’ll be your personal shopper!” She jumped forward, grabbed her Mom’s arm and, yanking on it, turning to Cal and Kate. “You guys, go get coffees. I’m gonna find Momalicious some kick butt Lucky!”
“Keira –” Violet began but Cal turned to Kate.
“Let’s go,” he said, jerking his head to the doors of the store and he waited while she glanced at him then headed out.