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“Fucking awful,” we answer simultaneously, much to both Cruz and D’s amusement.
“Jesus, it’s like they’re a married couple.”
“My turn. I want to know what Sterling Heights Ace is like,” Remi says, not even attempting to cover up her secret mission.
“Well…” Cruz says, leaning back on his chair and crossing one leg over the other. “Basically as much as a moody fucker as he is in the Bay, I’d imagine. I’d think the only difference is that he spends most of his days planning people's murders rather than actually committing them.”
Remi tenses beside me. “He’s joking, baby.”
“Am I?” Cruz asks, his eyes going wide.
“Mostly.”
“Is Kelsey missing him?”
“Fucking hell, does she always ask this many questions?” D asks, sounds way too amused about the situation.
“Nah, she’s over it. Got herself a stand in. It was about time she found herself someone better looking.”
“Jesus. I knew coming here and letting her spend time with you two was a mistake.”
The banter continues long after the takeout arrives, and we all dig into the best Chinese that the Heights has to offer.
“Are you all done?” Remi asks once we’re resting back with full bellies and fresh beers.
“Stay put, Ace’s girl. Your boy’s got this, haven’t you?” He smirks at Ace. “It’ll do him good to remember what it’s like to live without a maid.”
“How’d you know about Ellen?” I ask, shocked.
“I didn’t, it was a joke.” He gawks. “You’ve got a fucking maid?”
“My uncle has, and I don’t want anything to do with him or his life, so I stay as far away as possible.”
Remi sits silently beside me but I can tell she wants to say something. Whether that’s to defend James or to say something about Ellen, I’m unsure but Cruz doesn’t give her a chance.
“Come on then, Preppy. Show us your skills.”
The two of us collect the empty containers and take them through to the kitchen.
“I never thought I’d say this,” he says when we’re out of earshot of Remi, “but that place looks good on you.”
“It’s not the place,” I mutter.
“Yeah, about her.”
“What about her?”
“She’s too fucking good for you, man.”
“Don’t I fucking know it.”
He stares at me, his eyes narrowing.
“What?”
“I’m missing something. What gives?”
I open my mouth to answer. These guys know me better than anyone, so I’m not surprised he can see something’s not quite right.
