“I got this,” Gabe answered.
“There’s nothing to get,” I put in.
“Later,” Shaw said and moved to the Denali.
Since he was out, I turned my attention to Gabe.
“There’s nothing to get,” I repeated.
“We’ll pay this guy a visit,” Gabe stated.
Oh no they would not.
“He said they were watching him,” I shared.
“Who’s watching him?”
Gah!
“I don’t know,” I snapped. “Like I said, Shaw drove to the rescue when I didn’t need a rescue before he could say. But he was scared to death, and whatever it is involves someone who means something to him, so you boys can’t blow into the Sun Valley Motor Lodge and get her shit in a sling.”
Gabe finally relaxed, letting my belt go, and then he said, “You’re cute when you sleep. You’re cute in that dress. And you’re cute when you’re trying to be a badass.”
Oh no he did not!
“I had the situation covered,” I snapped again. “And, you know, he’s a creep, but he’s ours, and it sounds like he’s in trouble. So maybe tell your team to come in cold next time so you don’t scare someone the Angels are probably gonna want to help. Because now we’re going to have to get fancy with it, possibly pull in Jinx or one of the girls, and who knows what will happen to Mr. Shithead or this person that matters to him in the meantime.”
Jinx and the girls were the informants/friends we had cheeseburgers with, by the way.
They were also sex workers.
At first, I wasn’t sure about that, because Jinx could be kind of abrasive.
But I learned she was the bees’ knees and so were all the girls.
“Am I going to be able to talk you into letting him deal with his own shit?” Gabe asked.
“No,” I answered.
He sighed.
Largely.
I had muffins to make but now was as good a time as any to get some things straight.
As such, I turned to Luke and requested, “Can you give us some privacy?”
He jerked up his chin and took a step back.
So, the guy was tall and one of his steps was two of mine.
He still didn’t go very far.
“Maybe another six or seven steps?” I suggested.
Luke didn’t move.
I rolled my eyes as extravagantly as I could.
