“Maybe he’ll stop now after you growled at him.”
He chuckled. “We can only hope.”
* * *
Foxx finishedhis last bite of pot pie with a happy sigh. “Admit it,” Foxx purred. “The food is good.”
Harlow smirked, finishing off his own with a few more bites before admitting, “It’s good. Not good for you, but good. The service is a little weird…as are all the food names.”
“Can’t believe he doubled down,” Foxx said with a huff.
The human snorted. “If we come here again, let’s hope we get someone else.”
He’d give the waiter one thing, the man had nerves of steel to handle being stared down by Harlow. Not that Foxx found the human particularly scary, but he knew others did.
For that alone, the guy was getting a big tip. Also, Foxx maybe felt bad for being mean to him. Okay, he didn’t feel that bad. The twit was way too into his job. If he had toned it down a little, like the other waiters and waitresses, it wouldn’t have been as bad.
My Boy Lollipopstarted to loudly play. “Really?” Foxx asked with exasperation.
Harlow sighed and pulled out his phone. Flipping it open, the man pressed the speaker button before setting it on the table. “Any hope this is a call to tell me who the fuck that bitch was who tried to blow us up, Charity? If not, you all are majorly fucked in the head, calling us in this quickly.”
“Sorry, baby bear, afraid not. And you definitely shouldn’t be talking,” she drawled. “How is my sweetie pie today?”
“Better before you called,” Foxx said, trying with all his might to sound cheerful.
It wasn’t that Foxx didn’t want to work. He did. It was just that a few more days off would have been nice. He had really wanted to run around and do things.
“Aww, I’m sorry, sugar. You’ve been cleared, and you know we are shorthanded. Unfortunately, even more than normal right now.”
Harlow frowned. “Were some other teams hurt or something?
“No, just a lot of our resources are tied up at the moment.”
Foxx’s head tilted. “Does this have to do with the hospital and priest?”
“Can’t answer that, sweetie. Sorry.”
“That’s such bullshit, Charity. If you are rushing us back to work, at least put us on the casewestumbled on. Not to mention, those fuckers came for Foxx. We have a right to bust their asses.”
“This job has nothing to do with revenge, Harlow. Are things going down there? Yes. But neither of you are on that case, for the reasons you mentioned. It’s too personal. Though we were more talking about Foxx rather than you. At least, I thought we were.”
Harlow grunted in response, glaring at the phone. Foxx stared for a moment, briefly wondering if he could grab and toss the thing, claiming it was done in a fit of anger. Hmm…probably not.
“So, since you aren’t letting us have fun with the big case, what are you sending us to do?” Foxx asked with a put out sigh.
“Just a small issue of some fake hunters. It’ll be a nice, easy case for you to come back on. Shouldn’t take you long either as it’s nearby. So near, in fact, that you two can just sit tight until you receive the email with the details.”
“Well, even if it’s going to be boring, at least it’ll be fast,” Foxx said with a hum.
“Maybe we’ll get back in time to watch the new true crime episode?” Harlow said, before taking a sip of his water.
He leaned back in his chair with a smile. “Mm, that is true.”
“Right… Y’all can continue whatever this is. I’m going to hang up now. Try to not get injured, all right?”
Foxx laughed. “It’s just humans. I’m sure we’ll be fine.”
“Toodles,” Charity said before hanging up.
