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Trey drew in a breath and answered, “Yeah.”
“Got some things to share, and you’re not going to like either of them. The guy you asked about?” Nash paused, not revealing the name. They never did. “He’s not gonna let ya have him.”
He being Oz.
“Connected?” Trey asked.
“Yeah, but not in the usual sense.” Nash paused. “And he wants to see you. Tonight.”
Fuck! Trey knew better than to ask for more details, but he knew it meant a sit down with Oz.
“And the other?”
“There’s a problem with that deal your friend’s pushing back on. It’s not good, Trey.”
Nash was talking in code, but he understood. Trey instantly put together the cryptic message, and he tightened his grip over the phone. The deal with Killcreek and Rogue was in jeopardy, which they couldn’t afford to lose.
“Tell him I’m coming in to see him.” Oz.
“I will,” Nash said.
Trey slammed his phone on the desk and cupped his mouth, shaking his head. It was all bad news. He looked over at Noelle, who remained silent. The last thing he was thinking about was giving her a favor, but she’d helped him out.
“I’ll think about it.”
Noelle smiled. “I appreciate it, Trey.”
At least someone was happy with this whole fucked up situation.
Chapter Twenty-One
Dahlia had abandoned her stalking efforts ten minutes ago when she realized Trey and the mystery woman were no longer on the balcony. She tried every angle to catch any sight, but it was useless, which only compounded her anxiety and curiosity. She busied herself cleaning glasses just as Keely came around the bar.
“Where do you need me?” Keely grinned, bouncing slightly.
“Uhh…” Dahlia glanced over her shoulder to Killian.
Dahlia had never seen two barbacks work bar one, even on their busiest nights. As of now, it had slowed down significantly, making two barbacks particularly unnecessary.
Killian rounded her back, addressing Keely. “Restock the glasses.”
That was exactly what Dahlia was doing. Was she being replaced?
“Sure thing.” Keely scooted in front of Dahlia, taking the glass from her hand. Killian grasped Dahlia’s wrist, pulling her over toward the wall of liquor.
“Aaron mentioned Trey’s bourbon was low in his office. Mind taking up a bottle?”
What the…
“I don’t work the balcony anymore. Shouldn’t one of the servers deliver it?”
Killian arched his brow and placed the brand-new bottle on a tray. “They should. But I thought maybe you’d want to deliver it. He’s in his office. Not alone.”
“How do you know that?”
Killian glanced up to the balcony. “Let’s just say I’ve got my own connections. Go. Got Keely covering for you. Take your time.”
Thank you, Killian!
