James grinned like a shark sensing blood in the water—all teeth and naked malice. Standing just behind the cameraman, he smirked. “Since we have the both of you, we need to talk about a few things.”
“How about we wait until everyone’s settled in and had a coffee?” Dylan raised a hand. “That’s not a lot to ask for. We’re not even mic-ed up yet.”
“It can’t wait. And Liam is on sound.” James tipped his head at the boom microphone they sometimes used.
Shit. This wasn’t good. I could feel it in my gut. But before I could say anything to divert the crew, James dropped his bombshell.
“Indy, I’m afraid your father was stabbed last night in county jail.”
“Shit.” Dylan’s arms tightened around me.
But James wasn’t finished.
“Byyourdad, Dylan.”
Chapter 22
Still Indy
An evil smile curved James’ lips.
It was like he was talking at the end of a long tunnel as he droned on. Dylan’s arms went lax and he dropped them to his sides. And then his whole body went rigid.
As if he was bracing himself for a blow.
Like hell.
I turned to James and cocked my head. “Fuck you.”
“What?” James blinked and his head went back like I slapped him. Honestly, I might’ve been fantasizing about it just then. “What did you say?”
“You heard me.Fuck.You.”
“Indy,” Dylan murmured before his arms came around me again. “You don’t want to—”
“No, I really do. Fuck you, James. I’m not going to be your dancing monkey. I’m a real person with real feelings, and you are an asshole.”
“Hey, now. There’s no need to lash out at the messenger. I just—”
Messenger? “I find the timeline of this whole thing suspicious. You just find out about my father last week and then a few days later he’s suddenly stabbed?”
“Whoa, now.” James raised his hands. “That’s a dangerous accusation, Indy.”
“Wait.” Dylan frowned down at me. “He knows about your dad?”
I flicked a look at Dylan. “While you were in the wind, James here overheard a conversation I had with my dad, who finally called me. Thanks for the attorney, by the way. You really didn’t have to do that.” I turned to face James. “Did you make a little trip downtown and have a little chat with George Burns? Maybe tell him all about my dad and how his son was helping me out and hooking my dad up with a lawyer?”
James shook his head. “This isn’t about me. I’m not the story here. It’s your screwed up Romeo and Juliet romance we’re talking about right now.”
“I’d like to know that myself.” Dylan stepped in front of me, keeping me behind him with one hand. “Where exactly were you this weekend? If we were to call the jail and ask, would they say you visited my sperm donor?”
James’ face went white. “I’m not, that’s not… I don’t think…”
“That’s not a no.” I squinted and gestured at the other guys flanking him. “Did you two have a hand in this? Maybe ride along and record it for the show?”
“Hell no.” Liam dropped his arms and held the boom mic at his side. “That’s fucked up. I didn’t even know what he was going to say coming in here.”
Will shook his head, still pointing the camera at us. “I spent the weekend with my kids, not this asshole.”
