“Why the hell not?”
“Got plans.”
“Bullshit,” Titus argued. “I know what everyone’s doin’ tonight.”
“You in charge of the social calendar now?”
“What, do you have a date or somethin’?” he pressed, following me across the garage.
“Somethin’ like that.”
“Oh, shit,” he said, dragging the word out. “With Harp?”
“Yep.”
He walked silently beside me as I looked for Leo. I wanted to find him before I left for the day.
“Say what you want to say,” I ordered finally.
“I got nothin’,” Titus replied.
“Seriously?”
“Am I supposed to ask your intentions?” He laughed.
“Everyone else has.”
“Bas.” He stopped me in the middle of the forecourt by smacking the back of his hand against my chest. “You’re my best friend, idiot. You wanna date Harper? Then go for it. Just don’t break up the band, all right?”
“I don’t even know what that means.”
“Don’t make shit weird.”
“I’ll do my best not to?”
“That’s all I ask,” he said, grinning. “I’ll see ya later.”
I found Leo sitting at the bar in the clubhouse with Dragon and Casper, and for the first time in a long time, I was nervous to approach them. Back when we’d met, I’d been intimidated as fuck, but over the years I’d come to know them. Respect them. Count on them.
Now, all I could see was Harper’s dad and both her grandfathers. The woman was goddamn Aces royalty.
“Hey, kid,” Leo said. “Hear you finished that Dyna.”
“Finally.” I nodded. “Took a hot minute.”
“Sometimes good work means takin’ your time.”
“Killed it,” Dragon added.
“What’s up?” Casper asked, his gaze intent on my face.
“I was wonderin’ what you decided about the Toyota.”
“Line was cut,” Casper said flatly. “Must’ve been when Harp was parked in town.”
“Fuck.” I hadn’t wanted to be right about it. “Did you tell her yet?”
Leo shook her head. “No idea who did it yet. Probably nothin’ to do with her.”
