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No one asked you, I shot back.
A chuckle broke free as I shook my head. “You gonna wear a skirt too?”
“I might. You got a problem with that?”
“I don’t,” I responded honestly. “To each his own. I only give a fuck if you run around naked because I’m not into watchin’ dicks swinging in the breeze, man. Saw enough of ’em in boot camp.”
Maddog chuckled. “That’s the fucking truth.”
“I happen to like pussy, but if you swing both ways or strictly dick, that’s your business.”
“It is,” Manic agreed, “but my ol’ lady would get pissed if anyone saw my cock but her.”
Noted.
I turned to Maddog. “I need a drink and a change of clothes.”
“Then I guess we head to where you’re stayin’ first.” He glanced at the top of Lone Mountain. “Lots of memories up there.”
“There are,” I agreed.
“I’m thinkin’ tonight isn’t the time to reminisce.”
No shit. “I need alcohol before we take a fucking trip down memory lane.”
He dipped his chin. “Yeah, I hear you.”
We didn’t talk about the reason we left Las Vegas or joined the military—never did—not since the night that changed both our lives and sent them into a tailspin.
“Let’s ride out. My hotel isn’t far. Follow me.”
WITHIN THIRTY MINUTES, I had changed clothes, left my hotel, and followed behind Maddog as he led us to a property with a vacant lot. A For Sale sign hung off the fence at an angle as I rode through the open gate. The parking lot had seen better days. Tufts of grass and weeds pushed through the empty spaces. Dirt and litter blew across the cracked cement.
When my gaze finally lifted to the building ahead of us as we parked, I shook my head with a laugh. “What the hell, Maddog?”
“You don’t like it?”
“It looks like a rundown casino from the eighties.”
He slapped my back. Hard. “That’s because it is.”
“Why are we here?”
I expected to meet at a bar like the original plan.
“Because after the night I’ve had, I don’t want to fuck around.”
I understood too well. “What happened?”
“Got caught by a couple of pigs who wanted to shake us down.”
Damn. “What they want to pinch you for?”
“Being at the wrong place at the wrong time.”
“It’s handled,” Manic growled. “We’re good. Case of mistaken identity.”
I snorted. “Right.”
