Brooks, one of Jared’s mechanics, starts to drive.
“She’s too young!” I bark at Noah.
“Fine!” he shouts. “Let her fuck around with a few boyfriends, and then when you’re forty and Farrow Kelly and I have doubly-penetrated her, you can put her heart back together.”
Two ladies on the sidewalk stop short, their mouths hanging open, and I blink long and hard.
Fuck.
Noah howls with laughter. “I dub thee my new older brother!” he shouts. “I miss him. You can fill in. Gym tonight. Seven o’clock.”
I would yell expletives at him, but he’s too far away now even if I can still make out his stupid fucking grin from here. Brooks is taking him to the park to set up tables and chairs.
Plus, I’m the adult.
Images of him, Farrow, and Quinn assault my brain, and I don’t know if Quinn would let something like that happen, but they certainly would never say no. And she’s the inexperienced one. Someone needs to be keeping an eye on her.
And I’m not clear in my head right now. Watching her the other night on the bed, and last night with her head in my lap, is messing with me. I could bond with her when we were younger and it was safe, but I’m bonding with her now and it’s different. My body is reacting. It’s not okay.
Quickly, I hang the rest of the flags and pull out my phone, dialing Isobel.
“Good morning, sir,” she answers.
It’s almost nine-thirty at night there.
“Tell me I’m needed.” I sound like I’m daring her. “Tell me to come home.”
I hear her tinkling laugh. “You’re handling everything just fine via phone and computer for now,” she says. “Take a few more days.”
I figured she’d say that. She likes being in charge of my office.
“Are you in the mood for some research?” I ask instead.
“Ohhh, what’s up?”
I turn in a slow circle, making sure no one is walking up on me as I scan the street for that Traverse.
I spot Kade pulling up to the curb in his truck, a couple of friends in the cab with him. Jax stands up on the hill, in front of the historical society, setting up the sound system.
“Take these names down,” I tell her. “Hugo Navarre, Drew Reeves, Noah Van der Berg—V-A-N-D-E-R-B-E-R-G, and Farrow Kelly. F-A-R-R-O-W.” I give her a few seconds, hearing her type. “Also…” I swallow, lowering my voice. “Madoc Caruthers, Jared Trent, and Jaxon Trent.”
I look around me again for any listening ears.
“I want dossiers that rival that one you keep on that girl who destroyed the curve in your high school calculus class.”
Kade rounds the front of his truck as his friends climb out. I watch him hold his arm out and flip the middle finger to some guy passing by on a motorcycle. A young girl with a white-blonde ponytail and red tips hangs on behind him.
“How did you know about that?” Isobel gasps.
I chuckle. “It came up in the background check.”
“You did a background check on me?”
“Haven’t you done one on me?” I shoot back.
She’s nosy and overbearing. Of course she did.
She avoids the question. “Psh.”
