“How much money did you put into this thing to?—”
“Shut the hell up,” Levi clips, cutting Reeve off mid-sentence, and that’s my fault.
Well, maybe some of it.
“No need to get hostile, big man,” Reeve emits calmly. “We’re just talking about a car.”
“What was your fuckin’ play tonight?” Levi asks tersely. “You said shit-all at dinner and showed up unannounced.”
“Cairo told me to come check up on McQueen.”
“And?”
“And so, I did.”
“And are youhigh?” Levi hurls back in his face. “Because we don’t havetimeto chase you around again.”
Reeve is silent for a moment, and I inhale a steady breath through the testosterone-filled space. “I appreciate you comin’ to find me, big man. I was touched.”
“It wasn’t for you.”
“I’m grateful for it, just the same. I knew you liked me.”
“Idon’tlikeyou,” Levi retorts. “In fact, I wish you would’ve stayed in the shithole you were in.”
“You know damn well she never would’ve stopped.”
“That’s the problem with Astor. She likes lost causes.”
“She likes you.”
“She tolerates me.”
I hear the leather seat squeak, prompting Reeve has, more than likely, adjusted his body in the front seat. “Are you having an episode of self-esteem issues? Because I can tell you, you have nothing to worry about.”
“If you don’t shut the fuck up, I’m going to do it for you.”
“With your dick or?—”
I hear a soft thud, then Reeve’s immediate chuckle.
“Ouch, big man. Don’t do any more brain damage. I’m already low on brain cells.”
“What’s a few more?”
“I’d like to keep the ones that remember McQueen, if you don’t mind.”
“I do.”
“I share. You don’t have to sweat me.”
“I’m not sweating any of you,” Levi retorts with agitation. “It’s that I don’ttrustany of you. And I don’t like you around here.”
“Why?” Reeve solicits before his forearm props alongside the edge of the seat. “Do you think we fuck better than you?”
A mirthless chuckle rumbles from the driver’s side. “Oh, yeah, that’s it. You caught me.”
“You didn’t seem lacking to me.”
