Page 25 of Property of Bob

My eyes narrowed. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.”

“Bullshit.”

Her eyes closed. “God, you really haven’t changed.”

“What’s wrong?”

“Can you stop asking me that?”

“No.”

“Of course not.”

I looked at Anchor. He understood immediately. “We’ll give you two a minute.”

Ramona’s head snapped toward him. “Wait.”

I frowned.

She looked back at me.

Then toward the door.

Then at me again.

That was interesting.

“You wanted them gone,” I reminded her.

“I know.”

“So?”

“So now they’re leaving.”

Prime barked out a laugh.

Ramona glared at him. “Shut up.”

“I didn’t say anything.”

“You didn’t have to.”

Shay grabbed his arm. “Come on.”

Prime let her pull him toward the door. He stopped beside my bed. “Need anything, Ashland?”

“Go fuck yourself.” I grabbed the plastic cup from my tray and threw it at him. Or tried to. It made it about four feet before dropping to the floor.

Prime looked down at it, then at me. “You gotta put your ass into it, Ashland.”

“I am going to beat the shit out of you once I get out of this bed.”

Prime gave me a nod. “Looking forward to it.”

He followed Shay out, and Anchor went next.