“Define anyone,” Law drawled, walking over to pour a cup of coffee.
“Save me a cup,” Pierce said, entering the kitchen.
His brother appeared still half-asleep, hair mussed, wearing a T-shirt that probably cost more than Memphis’s boots. “Your friends eat like linebackers, by the way. They damn near cleared out the fridge in the middle of the night.”
Memphis grinned. “Thanks for the cereal.”
“That was imported from Switzerland,” Pierce deadpanned.
“Yeah,” Memphis said, shrugging, “tasted imported.”
Pierce blinked, defeated.
Viper sighed, leaning back against the sofa. “You shouldn’t have followed me.”
Law crossed his arms. “You needed backup.”
Rhett added, “And someone has to keep Memphis from picking fights while you’re gone.”
“Hey—” Memphis started.
“He was trying to get into Aurelia last night,” Pierce offered, ignoring Viper’s glare.
“Club?” Rhett asked, popping two slices of bread into the toaster.
“High end,” Pierce gave Viper a smug smile.
“You’re not going into a club alone,” Memphis said.
Viper’s jaw flexed. “I didn’t ask for help.”
“You didn’t have to,” Memphis said quietly. “We’re here anyway.”
Silence settled—not heavy, just familiar.
Pierce folded his arms, eyeing the three operatives. “Am I… hosting a small army?”
“Looks like it,” Viper said, but beneath the reluctant tone was a smidgin of relief. He wouldn’t have to face Titus alone. Now he just needed to come up with a reason to hunt the guy down.
What the fuck? Since when did he need a reason? He didn’t. Period. He was finding Titus and asking him flat out if he wanted to give them a try.
“Okay,” Pierce said with a smile as if something unspoken had been finished. “I’ll make another pot of coffee.”
“Good man,” Rhett said. “But we have a problem.”
“What’s that?”
“We don’t have the attire to get into a club.”
“You leave that to me,” Pierce said, eyeing them up and down.
Viper stood, fatigue sliding off his shoulders one inch at a time. “Looks like I’m outnumbered.”
“You are,” Rhett snickered and cracked his knuckles.
Law nodded once. Pierce whistled a happy tune, and Memphis grinned like trouble.
“God help me.” Viper smothered a half laugh half snort.
