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“It costs more than you’ll probably ever make in your lifetime,” Rogue said.
Jesus fucking Christ, Rogue!
Instead of being offended, Cleo chuckled and nodded. “Not probably, most definitely.”
It caught them both off guard, but she wasn’t done.
“You both look very handsome in them.”
It wasn’t very often that he and especially Rogue were humbled by people around them, but there was something about this woman. It was as if she had no clue about the world she lived in.
“Thank you,” Trey said, and her eyes landed on him, smiling as her cheeks pinkened.
“Cleo.” Ace’s voice was even but was giving an obvious order.
Cleo looked over to the Drifters. Trey followed her gaze and saw Ace subtly lift his chin, dismissing her.
Cleo ducked her head and scooted past them, taking a wide berth. When she was a few feet away, she turned, continuing to walk backward. Even Rogue seemed mesmerized by her.
“Have a great night. And drive safe.”
Rogue snorted, shook his head, and walked out without another word, and Trey did the same, following behind. Jared was standing beside the SUV with the door open. Neither he nor Rogue could get out of there fast enough. For Rogue, it was out of anger and frustration. For Trey, it was to preserve the deal.
Trey got into the car, unbuttoned his coat, and felt his muscles ease. The SUV was halfway down the driveway when Jared, who was seated in the passenger seat in the front, turned around, addressing Trey.
“Nash has been trying to reach you. He said to call Oz.”
Rogue reached into his pocket for his phone.
Jared cleared his throat, gaining their attention. “He wants to talk with Trey, sir.”
Trey pulled out his phone, tapped Oz’s contact information, and held the phone to his ear. It seemed out of character and protocol for Oz to be calling. They never discussed anything on the phone. Ever. But this was an important deal, and he figured Oz would want to be kept updated.
Oz answered on the second ring.
“Trey.” His tone gave nothing away, as usual.
“We’re on our way back,” Trey said, glancing out the window and surveying the small rundown town.
“Well, while you enjoy your view of the shittiest part of the state, I’ll enjoy mine at the club.” Oz paused. “Her driver’s license doesn’t do her justice.”
Trey jerked his head to Rogue.
"Dahlia Carter is more beautiful in person.”
Oh fuck!
“Dahlia’s there? With who?” Trey fisted his phone.
“An old acquaintance of ours.”
Fucking Sloane!
Trey drew in a breath. “Keep eyes on them.”
Oz’s chuckle was unsettling. “I’ll do one better. I think it’s time I met Dahlia.”
The line went dead.
