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Though, that was only a guess on my part. I had no idea what he’d actually said to the two.
“I saw it with my own eyes,” Marty tried.
“What in the fuck is going on here?”
A third cop rode up on scene, this one in a police cruiser that was an SUV, but unmarked other than the lights overhead and the special license plate.
Marty the dumbass stiffened slightly at the newcomer.
“What the fuck is Bourne Pena doing on the ground?” the new man asked with a deceptively calm tone.
Marty opened his mouth to tell him what he’d already explained to the second cop when the newcomer came over and offered Bourne his hand.
Bourne took it, hauled himself up off the ground, and grinned.
“Officer Arroyo,” Bourne drawled.
The newcomer, Officer Arroyo, rolled his eyes.
“Fuck off,” he said. “What the hell are you doing on the ground?” he asked, then kicked the two men that were lying there. “And what the fuck did these two do to you?”
That was when I placed the name.
Arroyo.
Angel Arroyo, sergeant for the Austin Police Department. Married to one of Bourne’s sisters.
Daniella, I thought, but I wasn’t one hundred percent sure.
“How’s my sister doing?” Bourne asked. “I was going to call her to come see me tomorrow.”
“She’s on bed rest, idiot,” Angel Arroyo said. “She can’t come see you. But she would love for you to come see her. And make sure you bring her those cookies she likes. She’ll cry all over you for a change instead of me.”
I hadn’t heard that she was on bed rest. But it wasn’t often that Bourne or Booth talked to me about their sister.
I got most of my insider information from Asa or Priscilla.
“I know, man. I know,” Bourne said. “And I already have a date with her and the bed tomorrow while my girl gets her meetings done. Then we’ll be at your house for dinner. Apparently your bed is big enough to house us all.”
Angel shook his head. “It’s really not. And I hate when people eat in my bed. I hate sleeping on crumbs.”
“Too bad.” Bourne clapped Angel on the shoulder. “Now, these two need arrested. They tried to jump me and my girl.”
Angel looked at the second officer to arrive on scene.
“Adelle, go get these two fuckwits in your cruiser.” He turned to Marty. “Leave.”
Marty left without another word.
I felt my lips twitch as I looked between the two men.
“Since when do you have a girl?” Angel finally looked at me and froze. “Ummm.”
I knew he knew who I was then.
“Yes, I’m Asa’s mother,” I said. “And yes, Booth is seeing my sister, Dillan.”
Angel just shook his head. “Glad that it’s y’all having to deal with that shit and not me. Daniella is going to shit the baby out when she hears this tomorrow.”
“She already knows,” Bourne said. “She made me tell her yesterday when I called to confirm.”
I grinned.
I’d always liked Daniella.
She was the most motherly of the Pena gang.
Which wasn’t a surprise when she got married at eighteen and knocked up by her older man at nineteen.
Though, Angel was a good man.
I knew that.
Bourne and Booth hadn’t liked him at first, but apparently, they’d gotten over their animosity.
“These your bags?” Angel asked, picking them up.
I turned around and grabbed one of my shoes that’d escaped the box.
It was a sparkly gold pair of Converse.
I couldn’t wait to wear them.
“They’re hers,” Bourne confirmed. “I was just a packhorse.”
“They’re lucky you didn’t shoot them.” Angel shook his head. “Thank God. I wanted to get home on time tonight.”
Chuckling, Bourne took my shoes, the rest of the bags, and then gestured toward the truck. “Thanks, Angel. See you tomorrow, amigo.”
After a quick look at me, Angel nodded his head and then left.
The crowd had dispersed, leaving the two of us standing there in the middle of the crosswalk.
“I don’t think he likes me,” I admitted.
Bourne shrugged, as if the thought of Angel not liking me didn’t matter to him.
“Angel is weird,” he admitted as he walked the last couple of yards to the truck. “He’ll get over it.”
I rolled my eyes at his answer.
“And what if he continues to hate me for the rest of his life?” I asked.
“Then my sister will never get to see my kids.”Chapter 7
Sometimes I think I’m too picky, then I watch my dog search for a place to poop.
-Delanie’s secret thoughts
Delanie
Then my sister will never get to see my kids.
After those words had left Bourne’s mouth last night, we’d gone back to the hotel, only stopping on the way to pick up an assortment of wings and a couple of salads from the wings place just down the road from where we were staying.
After eating, I’d taken a shower and called home to talk to Asa. Who’d been in a surprisingly good mood despite ‘having to go to school tomorrow and take a spelling test.’
