Calvin cut in. "We better get goin' before we all become roadkill."
Luke spit out a quicksee ya,and darted past us.
Really fuckin' weird.
"You're so fuckin'bad at this," I laughed, doubled over. We'd been at it for over half an hour, and Calvin had yet to sink the axe into the wood wall, let alone come anywhere even close to the target.
She set the axe in its holder, laughin' herself. She shoved me in the shoulder and I nearly toppled over. Calvin stepped up to our high-top and took a big gulp of her beer. I squared up to the board and let the axe loose.
It hit dead center.
"Fuck," Calvin gritted out behind me. "I clearly have a competence kink."
I stowed my axe and whipped around as quick as I could manage, stalkin' her way. She was wearin' that look on her beautiful face—the one that said she was ready to swallow me whole.
I crowded her, thumb and forefinger grippin' her chin while the rest of my fingers wrapped around her throat. "Like what you see, baby?" I asked against her lips. I felt her swallow before her shallow nod.
I kissed her soft and sweet, which was nothin' like the hold I had on her face, tiltin' it up toward mine.
"Ready to go?" I asked when I pulled back.
"I can't wait 'til we get home, boy scout. Need you now."
I toyed with the idea of fuckin' her in a bathroom, but that sounded kinda gross. Then a brilliant idea hit me.
"I won't make you wait that long, viper." I kissed her again and released her. She tipped forward a bit, hands planted against my chest.
"Give me two seconds," I said, pullin' out my phone.
She watched me type with narrowed eyes. "What are you doing?"
"Bookin' us a room."
She paused a beat.
"Brody—"
"Done." I pocketed my phone. Genuinely could not believe how easy that was. Ten years ago you had to call some lady named Debra at a 1-800 number and listen to hold music for twenty minutes. Now I'd just dropped more money than I wanted to think about in approximately forty-five seconds. Technology was an amazing, terrifying thing. "Seventeenth floor. Mountain view."
Calvin stared at me, eyes narrowed.
"Already paid for it. Can't let it go to waste," I said, and held out my hand.
She looked at it for a long moment.
Then she put her hand in mine and let me lead her out into the Bozeman evening.
CHAPTERTHIRTY-EIGHT
"Name?"
The man behind the desk wore a suit jacket and a nametag that saidCarl. He looked at me like I was some dog shit he just stepped in. Couldn't quite blame him. The place had shiny marble floors in the lobby and big ass chandeliers hangin' from the high ceilings, crystals or diamonds or some shit reflectin' the fadin' sunlight that came through giant glass windows. Just like the cloth napkin place, we stuck out like sore thumbs in the marble lobby place.
"Lancaster. Brody."
Calvin leaned in to whisper over my shoulder. "You forgot to say thecommapart." Then, in her most mocking tone, said, "Lancaster comma Brody." She signed off by pushing her invisible glasses up her nose.
"You're a brat."
