“Nothing.”
“Langston.” I shoved off the couch and moved around the coffee table to stand over him. “What. Did. You. Do?”
“It’s some guy who Kale works with,” he said, hiding his smile by rubbing a hand across his lips. “And after I found out his name, I looked up his address and stopped by earlier.”
I tossed both hands up in the air. “You said you were going out for fucking eggs.”
He pointed at the fridge. “Which I did, but I also made a detour to check the guy out.”
“Oh shit,” Dax chuckled. “Is he still alive?”
“That is way out of line, Lang.” I moved to pace in front of the fireplace. “Juno will be fucking furious if she finds out you investigated her date. All she wanted was a date and?—”
Langston stood and stopped me with a hand to the center of my chest. “No, you said she mentioned not looking forward to the date part, only what came after.”
“So fucking what, Langston, you?—”
“I said nothing to the guy. Calm your ass down. And this is good for you too.”
My jaw dropped. “How? How is this good for me?”
He waved me off. “He’s no competition to you. Just get Juno alone, and you’ll both get what you want.”
Well, fuck, that sounded good. But also orchestrated, and I didn’t like that.
“It has to be her choice,” I demanded. “And how do we even know that she’ll be okay with me being her….”
“Orgasm donor,” Dax chimed in.
“Good-time bringer,” Langston added.
“How the hell am I friends with you two?” I grumbled. Running a hand over my head, I sighed. “I don’t mind her using me; that’s not the issue here. But what if she doesn’t want me over this guy?”
“If you’d let me finish.” He shot me a pointed look, like I was the annoying one at the moment. “I initially stopped by to check up on him since I had never heard of the guy,but while I watched him?—”
“You really have a stalking problem.” I jabbed a finger at him, which he batted away.
“I didn’t get a good vibe from him.”
Dax sat forward on the couch, full attention on Langston, while all I could do was not wrap my hands around the asshole’s neck. He didn’t like anyone until he got to know them, so his perspective on this guy wasn’t concerning.
“His name is Stew Walters he continued, “and he’s a barback at The Nest’s restaurant and Dave’s.”
I ran that name over and over, coming up blank. “Who?”
“Exactly my damn point. He’s lived in Anchor Bay for the last five years, and no one even knows his name.”
“That sounds suspect,” Dax mused. The leather groaned as he leaned back, draping one arm along the back of the couch.“Should we tell Oliver and Hudson? Maybe they can detain and question him about the missing women.”
My jaw went slack. “You can’t be serious.”
He just shrugged. “Langston here is an excellent judge of character.”
“I’m going to need Tylenol before we head out tonight.” I pinched the bridge of my nose. “Just because he’s an introvert or antisocial does not make him a serial killer.”
“But it is one of the checkboxes,” Dax added, as if that proved his theory.
“Besides him being shy,” I groaned, “what else made you not get a good vibe from him, Lang?”
