He scraped a hand along his neatly trimmed beard. “Everyone who knows you and that stalking asshole.”
I froze halfway between standing and sitting on the worn leather couch. “Does Juno know we’re planning to follow her?” I cleared my throat. “For her safety, of course.”
“Of course. Safety first.” With a dramatic sigh, he fell into Langston’s favorite chair.
I stifled a smile when a gruff “Get the fuck out of my chair” came from the kitchen.
Rolling his eyes, Dax shoved out of the recliner and plopped down beside me on the couch. “I don’t think so, but I wouldn’t know. Hell, Finley didn’t even tell me who she’s going out with.”
“Probably to protect all innocent parties involved,” I muttered under my breath. “Do we even know where they’re going, or are we just searching around town until we find them?”
“That fancy restaurant at The Nest.” Langston rounded the couch and sat in his chair with a pointed look at Dax. “My chair.”
“Fuck, you’re even possessive of furniture,” I chuckled.
“I hear no complaints from you, Westly.”
I swallowed hard at hearing my full name in his deep voice. He normally only used it behind closed doors, just us two, which meant he’d intended to trigger the passionate heat flowing through my veins straight to my dick.
Asshole.
It also further proved my point that there was no way in hell he would let me pursue Juno alone. He was too possessive of me,of our relationship, not to be a part of what I hoped to build with her.
His comment about the restaurant had me sitting forward. “Langston, how do you know that’s where they’ll be?” I asked. It was the first I’d heard that bit of information since he got back from the store earlier. “Who do you have spying on them?”
“Informant,” Langston remarked, studying his phone.
“You know, switching out words to make your actions seem more credible and less illegal doesn’t actually change what you’re doing.” He just smirked, ignoring my earlier question. “Who, Lang?”
“My source would prefer to remain anonymous.” He tossed his phone onto the coffee table.
I stared at him. “Langston, I’m not dropping this.”
“Fine, it’s Kale, Oliver’s brother. That’s who told me where they’re going because….” His green eyes slid to Dax, and a sharp smile split his lips.Fuck, that’s not good.“He’s Finley’s date.”
Dax leapt off the couch with enough force from his lean six-foot-two frame that it slid along the hardwood. I cursed, shifting to the side to stay seated. His boots thumped against the wooden floor as he stormed to the door. “Of course it’s that fucking cocky bastard. Thinks he’s so fucking untouchable because of his brother and dad, and his fucking great hair.”
Langston and I shared an amused expression at that last comment. Before Dax could leave, Langston called him back.
“Sit the fuck down so we can discuss how to handle tonight.”
Releasing a frustrated groan, Dax slammed the door shut and stomped back to the living room.
“And yes, it’s Kale, but that’s good for you.”
Dax scoffed. “How is that good for me? Have you seen the guy?”
Langston sighed. “Right, but have you ever heard of him dating anyone local?”
Dax’s lips parted before he paused, his brows pulled in tight as he thought over Langston’s question. “No, I don’t think I’ve ever seen him do anything other than work and hang out with Oliver.”
“Exactly, which means tonight won’t end with anything serious. The guy goes to Anchorage to get laid; he knows better than to fuck where he eats.”
“I don’t think that’s the saying,” I drawled. Pushing the thick frames back up the bridge of my nose, I cautiously asked the question I needed the answer to but was also terrified to find out. “Who’s the guy taking Juno?”
A Cheshire cat grin spread across Langston’s face before he smothered it.
“What did you do?” I demanded, stomach sinking with dread.
