“Both of us?” Killian questions, looking over at the girls.
This time, the redhead smiles at him.
“Apparently the blonde over there… Liana”—Jenson rolls her name off his tongue”—likes extra attention on her.”
He looks at me pointedly, and Killian puts his fist to his mouth and laughs. “Fuck me.”
“Not you,” Jenson says, his face serious. “Denver. And me. A double act.”
Killian laughs harder.
“I’m not having a threesome with you. You can forget it,” I snap.
“You sure? She seemed up for it. It’s okay, I’m sure yours won’t lookthatsmall next to mine.”
The look I give him kills anything else he might say to try to convince me.
His brow creases, and he glances back at the girls. “All right, then. Looks like I’ve got some extra work to do. Show Liana that I’m more than enough for her.”
Killian smirks at me. “You sure you don’t want a little taste of Jenson’s coc?—”
“Fuck off,” I growl.
He chuckles and stands, clapping his hand on my shoulder. “You okay if we…?”
I place my hand over his and pat it. “Go, have fun,” I say, meaning it. They’re right. We shouldn’t be using our one rare night off together to talk about work. They deserve to blow off some steam.
“Call you tomorrow,” Killian says.
Jenson slaps me on the back and the two of them head over to the girls at the bar. The blonde catches my eye, pouting in disappointment as Jenson whispers in her ear.
I look away, bringing up the tracking app on my phone again. Both dots are in the same position they’ve been in since I last checked. The cinema room by the looks of it.
I close it and pull up the website for Sutton Law instead. I drink my beer as I stare at the man called Julian. The one who kissed Sinclair on the cheek like he had the fucking right to touch her.
“What is she doing meeting up with you?” I grit.
My phone rings as I’m studying his image like it might provide answers.
“Lizzie?” I answer, seeing her name on the call.
“Denver?” she says in a rush.
“What is it?” The hairs on the back of my neck stand up at the waver of panic in her voice.
“It’s Dixie,” she sobs. “There was an accident and?—”
I stand instantly. “I’m on my way.”
“Okay,” she sniffs. “I’m sorry. She was asking for you and?—”
“Never apologize,” I say as I grab my jacket and stride toward the exit. “Now tell me where you are.”
10
SINCLAIR
I openthe door to my apartment.
