I mean, technically, we hadn’t called or gone to pick it up. But… details.
“What kind?”
I told him.
“Does it even have an engine?” he asked.
“That’s part of the fun. Rebuilding it with him.”
Gamble made a noise. “Well, he can drive this one while he rebuilds the other one with you.”
“I don’t?—”
“It’s a done deal.”
I sighed. “What kind of car is it?”
“A Black Diamond Bronco.”
I set down the coffee. No point in trying to drink it during this conversation. “You’re telling Drew,” I said.
“It’s a Ford. He’ll be fine.” When I didn’t say anything, he went on. “Listen, I’m going to go. Check in and make sure those PIs are doing their jobs. I expect results. Call me if anything happens, and I’ll do the same.”
“Thank you,” I said sincerely.
“It’s too early for that,” he replied gruffly. “Take care of those kids. Drew too.”
Just then, Drew walked around the corner, hair a mess and expression disgruntled. I opened my arm, and he made a beeline for me.
“I will,” I promised Gamble.
He hung up without a goodbye, and I set aside the phone so I could wrap both arms around Drew.
“Who was that?” he asked.
“Gamble.”
He groaned.
“You want some coffee?”
He grunted.
Laughing, I turned toward the pot, and he went with me, clinging to my body as though he wasn’t almost as big as me. I patted his head and then poured more coffee in my mug, then shuffled to the fridge for the creamer. Once it was added, I held it in front of Drew’s face like a bribe.
He lifted his head but kept his arms around me.
I shook my head, holding it so he could take a sip. Only then did he pull back and take the mug for himself.
“Thanks, frat boy.”
“Anything for you, baby.”
“I’m assuming if Gamble was calling this early, there’s drama.”
I grimaced.
“Family all good?” he asked.
