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“Are you going to be okay?” Remy questioned when Carson’s chuckled died off. He sounded concerned and Carson didn’t blame him.
“Yeah.” He didn’t know if he was lying to himself or both of them.
Remy sighed. “I don’t want anything to happen to you.”
It wouldn’t be anything that he didn’t deserve but Carson knew how to protect himself. “I’m good.”
“How are the boys?” Remy asked, changing the subject.
Carson snorted. “Fine.”
“And Sam? He’s fine too?”
“You don’t need to worry about him,” Carson responded. One thing about being friends with his detectives was that they knew all of Carson’s weaknesses.
“Because you’re looking out for him, boss?”
Carson growled.
“It was nice to see you with him.” Remy cleared his throat. “It was almost like having you back again.”
If anyone understood, it was Remy. Remy had been by Carson’s side the night his world fell apart. Carson wanted to tell Remy that he had no intention of claiming Sam but Carson couldn’t lie to his oldest friend. “I’m figuring it out.”
“Good.” Remy’s words were sharp. “And if you need me—”
“Watch your own back. Victor is not going to forget that night. If he’s looking for revenge, he could just as easily come after you.”
“I hope he does,” Remy said with a laugh. “I’ll be ready and waiting.”
“Let me know if you hear anything else,” Carson requested.
“Will do.”
They disconnected and Carson dropped his phone on the cushion beside him. He didn’t need Victor Munoz out running wild and crazy. Fuck his life.
Chapter Four
Sam
Using the new code, Sam entered the back door of the coffee shop and was welcomed by the scent of fresh baking wafting toward him. He grinned at Adam moving pastries from a sheet onto the display tray but had to bite his lip to keep him from laughing as he spotted Detective Nash Johnson sitting on the stainless-steel counter next to Adam. No doubt, Nash had already tried to get Nash off the counter but the detective had his favorite spot.
As much as Adam protested that nothing was happening between him or Nash or Adam and their tattooed business neighbor Lucas Van Blair, there wasn’t a morning that Adam was alone opening the shop. Either Nash or Lucas was right there with Adam. There were so many questions that Sam had but Adam refused to answer anything about the two men. Still, Adam didn’t kick them out of the shop either.
“Morning, Adam. Morning, Nash.” Sam closed the back door and reset the alarm. Lincoln had drilled it into all their heads how important safety was. The cartel that had threatened them had disappeared, but no one believed they were gone for good.
Nash whistled, bringing heat to Sam’s face. “Looking fancy there. Date?” He wiggled his eyebrows and stuck out his tongue.
Sam snorted. Nash was a riot. Always acting silly and making them all laugh.
Adam narrowed his eyes. “You do look more dressed up than usual. What’s up?”
“Nothing.” Sam shrugged before he hung his bag on the designated hook and grabbed his apron. The apron was brown with white writing and the picture of a coffee cup was cute and familiar. Sam had no intention of changing anything about the Rocky Lake Coffeehouse now that he owned it.
Adam wiped off his hands as he continued to frown at Sam.
Sam sighed. Adam would keep looking at him suspiciously until he came clean. “I had a rough night so I thought I would dress up this morning to make myself feel better.”
Immediately Adam’s face softened, and he threw the towel on the table before crossing to Sam. Adam pulled Sam into his arms and Sam buried his face in his best friend’s neck. Adam always smelt so good, like vanilla and spices, and it was a comfort that Sam relied on often. Sam was a touchy-feely guy, and it was a good thing that Adam had no problem attaching himself to him. Caden was a little harder to hug on, but Caden was getting better especially now that Lincoln was in the picture.
