His entire body stiffened. “You know Josie?” he asked.
I stared at him and had to control myself from punching his lights out right there. “Yeah, I know her real well.” I took a step closer.
Bruce took a step back. Good instinct.
“What’ve you been up to lately?” I asked.
His brows furrowed. “Working? I work from home. I’m home a lot.”
“That’s somehow exactly what I pictured,” Mack observed. “Like, exactly. How many calculators you got in there?”
Cash coughed to cover his laugh.
Bruce looked offended and very uncomfortable.
Good.
I wanted him to be uncomfortable. I wanted him to wonder why four tattooed bikers showed up on his porch.
My phone rang, and I glanced at it. “Josie.” I answered immediately. “Yeah, baby.”
Bruce blinked.
Skid smirked.
On the other end, Josie sounded out of breath. “Rome!”
“Hey.”
“I’ve been trying to call you!”
I pulled the phone away. Four missed calls. Huh. I put the phone back to my ear. “Yeah, you’ve been trying, but none of the calls went through.”
“Your phone kept going to voicemail.”
“I’m sorry.”
“You should be.”
I grinned.
Bruce looked confused.
“Where are you?” she asked.
I looked at Bruce in his khakis and the fear on his face. “Busy with Brucey Boy.”
“Stop!”
I frowned and waited.
“It’s not him.”
I blinked. “What?”
“It’s Brandi,” she shouted so loud Mack, Cash, and Skid heard.
The entire porch went quiet.
