I chuckle and text back
Me: Finish up & put it away. Blake wants to go shopping. Taking Izzy and Gray, too.
Lucky: Cumming now. Looking forward to seeing your lovely wife.
Of course, he is.
A few minutes later, I check the outside security camera, and let him in.
Blakely squeals and gives him a big hug. “Oh my God. It’ssogood to see you.”
I’m not so sure how much I like her in his arms, so I pull her to me and shake his hand, slapping him on the back.
“No problem. Happy to help out.” He turns to her. “I understand we’re all going shopping?”
I throw him the car keys. “I parked in the garage. Can you bring it around?”
“Copy that.” He winks at my wife. “When you get tired of this bloke, give me a call.”
“She’s pregnant.”
“I know that, mate. I like kids. I’ll just put another couple in her.” Chuckling, he ducks out the door before I get a chance to set him straight.
Blake blushes. “He’s terrible.”
“You want me to talk to him?”
“No, no. It’s all good. I know he doesn’t mean it.”
I don’t tell her I think he might.
While Lucky pulls the SUV in front of our brownstone, I check up and down the street. Satisfied, I motion her out and quickly jump in the front passenger seat.
“So, mate, you want to tell me what’s really going on?” He glances in the rear view and raises his brows.
“Blakely got me and her an invite to the McAlister’s’ party. Grayson and Isabella were already invited so we’re going as a foursome. He wants you there, too. Another set of eyes.”
“Where’s Slate?”
“He’ll be covering our backs in New York.”
“Hmm. I thought I might’ve heard you were told to stop investigating.”
I try to look affronted. “What do you mean? I’m just taking my wife to a party, mate.”
Grinning, he shakes his head back and forth as Isabella hands him her cell phone with Google Maps. We head into Georgetown via Wisconsin Avenue. While he pulls the car into a garage, I check on the interior of the shop before letting Blake out.
About ten minutes later, Grayson arrives with Isabella who grins as she hooks elbows with my wife. “This is a private appointment, it shouldn’t take long.”
While they shop, us guys wait outside by the front door. No one dares pass in front of us, choosing instead to cross the street.
Pacing, Grayson eyes me. “What a cluster fuck.”
“Sorry.”
“Don’t be. You were right to listen in on the senator’s conversation.”
Lucky glances into the store, then up and down the street. “You need to get the bloody bloke to confess.”
