Prick.
“I can’t imagine why,” Ella says, arching a brow. “Gable like Clark Gable?”
“Gable like Gable,” I bark. She rolls her eyes again, and someone knocks on the door. “Fuck me; how popular was this guy?”
Asher looks at me, and I can read his mind again.Current tense, dipshit.
I open the door. A brown-haired man stands on the other side, suited up, his brow furrowing as he examines me. Even if he didn’t have the badge around his neck, which he fucking does, I can spot a cop a mile off.
“Who are you?” the cop asks, hands on his hips. He narrows his eyes, and I can’t blame his unease. I look suspicious. And my unwillingness to be polite definitely doesn’t help matters, either.
“Who am I?” I barely hold back a sneer. “You knocked on my door.”
See?
“This isn’t your door. This is Barnaby’s door,” he very aptly points out, eyes dropping down me. “Where is he?”
Dead in the bathtub.
“Relax, dickweed,” Ella shouts. “Barnaby’s mom is sick.”
Maybe I like Ella a little more now. I open the door further but don’t step aside, just so the cop can see her. I’m assuming by her attitude and his rush to get here that they’re dating and mid-argument, so I hope it pisses him off that she’s sitting on the couch with Asher, because I like pissing cops off.
Even if there is a dead body in the next room.
“Ella,” the cop says. “What the fuck?”
“What the fuck yourself!”
He glares at her. “Why are you here?”
“Because I dropped my pen,” she says, showing him. This woman really likes her pen.
“Oh.” And seemingly it’s a well-known pen, because the cop doesn’t argue. His attention drops to Asher’s arm. “What happened to you?”
“Glass.” Asher’s tone is cool, close to chilly. He’ll be thinking the same thing I am. Fuck this cop.
“You’ve found me, RoboCop; now you can go,” Ella says, dismissing him with the wave of her hand.
Yeah, I like her a smidge more.
The cop shifts on his feet, eyes flitting between the three of us.
“Can we … talk?” he asks, glancing between my brother and me, as if we’re eavesdropping on their conversation and not that Ella has made herself at fucking home without an invitation.
“Nope.” She waves him off again. “Bye!”
I smirk.
The lady has spoken, RoboCop. Now fuck off; I have a bone saw I need to use.
“In fact,” Ella says suddenly. “Why don’t we get Asher and Gable’s opinion on our little discussion?”
The cop groans. “Ella, don’t.”
“No, you’re so goddamn sure you’re right, so let’s ask! Asher, Gable, are you both single?”
Asher is transfixed by Ella’s face when he answers. “Right now, yes.”
