“What about the doctor?” I asked.
“Collateral,” Sharp said.
“Watch your mouth. He’s more than that.” Golden grabbed my thighs, using my legs as leverage to stand. He wasn’t shaky, but I could tell he was tired, like his bones weighed as much the world. “You are my friend, but he is my best friend. You sort your shit out and you make sure he’s safe.”
“What about you?”
“I know how to take care of myself.” Golden padded into the kitchen and started to brew a pot of coffee.
“She’s smart,” I said under my breath, and Sharp answered me with a nod. “Do you know her?”
He nodded.
“How?”
Sharp darted a quick look at Golden in the kitchen, then sighed, his shoulders going soft. “She’s my ex-wife.”
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Foster
“His ex-wife.”
I stretched my legs out in front of me and crossed them at the ankle. The sun was just rising into the sky, and Sage passed a mug of steaming coffee into my waiting hands.
“Right,” Sage agreed, taking the chair beside me.
“I didn’t even know he was married before.”
“He didn’t seem like he wanted to talk about it.”
“And now his ex-wife is trying to…get back at him?” I hedged.
The whole thing seemed convoluted, but I didn’t imagine Sharp would have ever been involved with someone simple. In fact, the most surprising thing about him having a conniving ex floating around was that she was a woman. I didn’t mean to assume that everyone I met was gay, but it was more natural to me than assuming everyone was straight.
“Or get backwithhim.” Sage laughed to himself and cast me a sidelong glance. “He seemed confident that the threat was contained now.”
“She isn’t.”
“The threat to us,” he corrected.
I frowned. “Not sure I buy it.”
“I thought he was your friend? I thought you said you trusted him.”
That was a complicated question and Sage knew it. I trusted Sharp enough to take jobs from him, to kill people on his word, but I didn’t trust him the way I trusted Ronan, or the way I trusted Sage. Instead of answering, I sighed.
“Right.” Sage laughed again.
“And what about you and Molinaro?”
“He offered me his kid.” Sage shrugged. “As payment for my troubles.”
“Money seems to be the preferred form of currency these days.”
“I know. Cost me a grand to get you.” Sage smirked and took a drink of his coffee.
“Speaking of…”
