“Aye. And polish chips. When the storm hits, lass, you find out if what’s underneath is iron or just more paint.”
April snorted.
Deck ignored her.
“He forgets who he’s dealing with,” Deck continued calmly, “I’ll remind him.”
“Deck.”
“What? I like him fine.”
He did. Deep down, Reid had backbone.
That didn’t mean he couldn’t still break something.
Eleanor crossed her arms lightly.
“I’m going to tell him we can’t do this.”
April groaned.
Deck’s brow lifted.
“For everyone?” he asked.
“For everyone,” she said.
Deck studied her face.
“You telling him tonight?”
“Yes.”
He nodded once.
“Good.”
April blinked. “Good?”
“If that’s what you need to say to feel in control,” Deck replied evenly.
Eleanor frowned. “Excuse me?”
He met her eyes.
“You ain’t ending this tonight.”
Her spine snapped a little straighter.
“I am.”
Deck’s mouth curved faintly.
“Sure.”
Her phone buzzed.
Headlights swept across the ceiling.
