Probe spits beer everywhere. Lil doesn’t miss a beat, handing him a napkin without taking her eyes off me.
“I picked Legs up the other day and gave her a lift home.”
“Okay.”
“Do you know where she’d been?”
I start getting frustrated. “Just spit it out, Lil. I don’t have all day.”
“She’d just been to the bank to deposit the cash from the pawnshop. The one she does every week.”
Probe curses, and I look between them, confused. “What am I missing?”
“Something Legs has tried to tell you herself, but Kiki popped in and hopped on your cock and distracted you,” she says, her voice tight.
I lean forward, but Probe stops me. “Legs doesn’t drive, Midas. You know this.”
“Yeah, and? Ah, fuck.”
“There ya go. Men really are dumb fucks.” She turns and walks away.
“You’ve seriously been sending Legs to the bank alone on foot with a huge chunk of cash all this time? You’re lucky nobody’s tried to rob her.”
“I didn’t even think. I always make sure she has a ride home every other day. She just tells me not to wait on banking days anymore. I’m such a fucking idiot.”
“You really are. But at least you’re a fucking idiot who can learn from his mistakes.”
I flip him off and stand up.
“Word of advice—don’t fuck Kiki or any of the other club girls at the shop. Your business, your choice. But it’s a shitty thing to do to Legs. You’d hate it if the roles were reversed.”
I shake my head. “She showed up one time, and we didn’t fuck. As soon as Legs left, I sent Kiki packing and made it clear that wasn’t happening again.”
“Seems there’s hope for you yet.” He gets to his feet and slaps me on the back before walking off. I reach over and take a drink of his beer before standing and heading out back to look for Legs. I find her sitting with Sunshine and Inigo. Sunshine’s leaning back while Inigo rubs her feet, the girls chatting like it’s nothing, while King chases Alex around.
I walk over and greet the others before turning to Legs. “Can I have a word?”
She sighs but gets to her feet.
Grabbing her hand, I drag her into the kitchen and lift her onto the island before stepping between her legs. “I’m sorry.”
She sighs, her shoulders dropping. “Do you even know what you’re apologizing for?”
“Everything? I was out of line before. I don’t want you to leave, even though I get why you might want to.”
“Okay.” She says softly, but it’s not okay, and we both know it.
“Lil just ripped me a new one about you taking the deposits to the bank.”
“She shouldn’t have done that.”
“Why didn’t you say anything?”
“I tried. You were busy.”
“You could’ve tried again.”
She shrugs. “It’s not my job to keep reminding you of what’s right in front of your face.”
