I nodded.“But some of the guys are coming with us.”
Her smile faded into understanding almost immediately.“That’s fine.”
“I figured it would be.”
She shifted her weight.“I just...I’d really like a few more shirts.”
“And maybe a toothbrush that isn’t living in your backpack?”
A small laugh escaped her.“That too.”
I jerked my chin toward the bathroom.“Get ready.”
“I already am.”
I looked her over once before realizing exactly what I’d done.
She caught me.
One eyebrow lifted.
“I just need to go to the bathroom,” she laughed.
I cleared my throat.“Meet me by the front door in five.”
She smiled.“Yes, sir.”
I snorted.
“Don’t start.”
She laughed as she disappeared into the bathroom.
I headed downstairs.Twister was exactly where I hoped he’d be—standing near the table with Podge, looking over copies of Goldie’s paperwork.
“Prez.”
Twister looked up.“Wheels.”
“Goldie wants to grab some clothes from her apartment.”
He didn’t answer right away.Instead, he looked toward the front windows before looking back at me.“Fine.”
That’s easy.
“You aren’t going alone.”
“I know.”
“Hodge.”
The big bastard looked up from where he was helping Method carry boxes out of the basement.
“What?”
“You’re going with Wheels.”
Hodge nodded once.“No problem.”
