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Dave pulled out of the precinct car park and they drove around for a few moments until Owen sent another text to Teagan.
Dad: I’ve scheduled a meeting with Roy over lunch. I’ll get back to you as soon as I’m able.
Teagan read it aloud, and everyone was silent for a long moment. Trust Shea to break any and all awkward pauses, however.
“Okay, so what do you guys want to do for lunch?” Shea asked, flipping down the visor and peering behind it before flipping it back up. “Frank’s got to go into the bar soon, but he could get Felix to whip up something in the kitchen for us?”
“Felix’s back?” Dave asked, sounding surprised. “I’d be up for lunch, then.”
“I can just text Brad and we can meet at the Hammer?” Shea started.
“No, uh…” Jaxon began quickly. “Uh, just drop me and Teagan off at hers. We’ll catch up with you later.”
“Oh right. You’re meeting Eric for the… unpleasantness?” Shea wrinkled her nose.
“Not until three,” Teagan said, glancing down at her watch. “That gives us at least-”
“I’d like to take you out myself,” Jaxon said softly. It wasn’t a plan, really. He’d only just thought of it. But he’d still like to all the same.
“Take me out?” Teagan repeated, as if he was speaking old English or something.
“Yes. Take you out. Take my girlfriend out for lunch, if that’s not too novel a concept?”
Shea sucked her teeth. “Aw.” Her eyes were really small and squinty, and if Jaxon knew her at all… “You’re going to duck out, aren’t you?”
Teagan sighed heavily, and Jaxon rolled his eyes. “No. Not as such, I’m afraid. Just a regular, boring, run-of-the-mill lunch without you there pretending the breadsticks are walrus tusks.”
“You did that first,” Dave countered.
“Yeah and it was funny the one time, Davis. Twelve years ago,” Jaxon sighed. “But you all do it every time we go out and I’m surprised we didn’t get thrown out of the last place.”
“That’s why we’re going to the Hammer. Frank won’t throw you out for acting like barmy idiots,” Shea argued.
“All the same, I’d like to take my girl out myself,” Jaxon reiterated.
“Fine, fine, fine. Go out and do your nauseating couples things,” Shea said, waving her hand.
“You and Frank do nauseating couples things too,” Teagan countered.
“But we do them in the privacy of our own apartments,” said Shea. “Or we at least wait until the bar’s mostly empty and do it there.”
“Mostly empty?” Teagan asked.
“Oh, you would pick that out.”
“I hope you’re not confessing to semi-public indecency, Shea,” Dave warned.
“I suppose that’s what you could call it. What other name is there for gazing longingly into each other’s eyes and making plans for our future?” Her grin was cheeky as fuck.
Dave chuckled and turned on his blinker, turning down the street where Teagan lived. She’d left her car there the night before, so they could just grab it without having to go all the way back to Brad’s and explain once again why they wanted to be alone.
“Contributing to the putridity of a couple, Dave Davis,” Shea sighed.
It seemed to hammer the point home. That and Teagan promising Shea that they’d catch up later. And Shea wishing her a happy fuck o’clock. And Teagan pulling a tiny piece of her sister’s hair until it snapped and Shea screamed loud enough to wake the dead.
Dave reached back to close the partition between the front seat and the back, and Jaxon wrapped his hand around Teagan’s to keep her still and from kicking the living daylights out of Shea.
“Wow, that really never ends, does it?” Jaxon asked, breathing out a laugh.
