If that ain’t a fuckin’ loaded question…
If I was smart, I would tell her she could go. Hell, if I was smart, I would’ve canceled the training session when we’d talked about it during her fake interview. I’d known it would be a waste. She’d only been there for half an hour, but it was obvious she hadn’t been lying about her experience. She could easily handle the minimal amount of work to keep her cover.
Before I could force that dismissal from my mouth, the front entrance opened. I turned on the barstool as Jury walked in, armed with a toolbox.
I should’ve realized he would be part of the MayCo team working that day.
I should’ve sent her home before that handsome fucker arrived.
He glanced over and lifted his chin at me without breaking stride. Before relief I didn’t want to examine too closely could sink in, he did a double take at the woman opposite me.
And then he rounded his path to come over.
But when he thought it was just me, I barely got a chin lift.
He didn’t even play it up like he was coming to greet me while waiting for an introduction I sure as shit wouldn’t give. He handled that himself, ignoring me as he reached his free hand across the bar. “You must be Lo.”
She took the offering with another of those damn genuine smiles. “If someone has to be, I guess it should be me.”
His mouth tipped, which was the equivalent of a grin for the brooding bastard. “Jury.”
“Judge…?” she said back slowly, her brows lowered.
“That’s my brother.”
Her confused gaze darted to me, then back again.
Feel like I’m watching a damn Abbott and Costello act.
Jury—who still had her hand in his—explained, “My name is Jury. My brother’s name is Judge.”
She tilted her head as she looked up at him. “Is there another brother named Executioner?”
“Nah. But my brother and his old lady keep saying they’re gonna name their baby Grand Jury.”
“Prestigious.”
“An outrage and a damn insult. I’m the grandest of the Juries.”
She laughed, and it was just as musical as the day before.
“We’re in the middle of training,” I ground out.
“Good, I can be the customer. I’m thirsty,” Jury said.
I’m sure you fuckin’ are.
Guessing Glitch didn’t pass on the message to steer clear of the detective.
I thought I was gonna have to forcibly remove her hand from his—and maybe forcibly remove him from the building while I was at it—when a whistle cut through the air. I turned to see Glitch standing at the far end of the room near the hallway.
“Need ya,” he called.
“I’ll keep Lo company while you’re gone,” Jury said as he finally released her hand.
“I’m not paying you to babysit,” I said.
He shrugged and gave her a bigger smile. “I’ll do it for free.”
