“Dude, if you think I was looking at my girl’s hands with the way she dressed last night, you need to talk with Liam about getting your head examined.”
I chuckled and said, “He’s gotcha there, vato.”
“Fuck you both, very much.”
Declan climbed off the couch, kissed me on the jaw, and flipped Jackson off as he stood up. When he walked out of the room, he called over his shoulder.
“There best be some coffee left you little asshole.”
Jackson gave me a winky smirk, toasted me with the mug he was drinking from, leaving the room with two coffee mugs in hand.
“You little shit!”
Guess coffee would be a bit.
I swiped open my phone to see who called and swore. I pressed the call button and set the phone on the table in front of me. It didn’t even get through the first ring when Cameron answered.
“It’s bad.”
Fuck!
“How bad?”
“He’s on life support. He needs surgery, but he’s not strong enough to make it off the table, so they’re waiting. Oh, and the hospital didn’t know he had a DNR, so they’re leaving it up to her.”
“Motherfucker.”
“Yep. That about covers it. By the way, did you send her something to the rental house?”
“It arrived already?”
“I don’t know. That’s why I’m asking if you sent something or if Priest needs to take it outside to check it for stalker craziness.”
“Yeah, we sent something. She left her stuffed turtle. We sent a replacement since the original is nearly as old as she is and came from her dad.”
“The bestie calls her Squirt. So I’m guessing the turtle is from the movie?”
“Look at you being a smartie.”
Declan came back holding a steaming mug of java juice in each hand, and if I didn’t love the man already, I’d fall to my knees and worship him, which wasn’t a bad idea. A blow job or two could relieve some of the stress.
“Thanks, cariño. Did you send the package to Jackson and Katie’s rental?”
“Yes. Did it get there?”
“Still waiting on confirmation,” Cameron grunted through the speakerphone.
I rolled my eyes and told Declan, “Cameron says one came in, but he was worried it wasn’t something she should open.”
“Did the box have the store logo?” Declan asked as he flipped through his phone.
“Yes, but this asshole that’s stalking Katie is a fucking chameleon. He could have paid one of the delivery drivers off to make it look like the package came from the store.”
As much as I wanted to argue with him, he was right. The slippery fucker had gotten through security checkpoints and into the inner sanctum of a music tour. Who knew what kinda skills and connections this creep had.
“The delivery notification says the driver handed it to the resident. So, it should be safe, but maybe Priest could open it from the bottom and tape it back up so she doesn’t know you checked it?”
“Did you hear that, Cameron?”
