“Jagger,” Hound said in a warning tone.
“Fuckin’ shut up about it,please,” Jagger amended.
Georgie let out a startled laugh and said, “You got it.”
Okay then.
Done.
“You need a shot?”Dutch asked.“I got all sorts of shit.You call it.”
“I need to find Carolyn and tell her she’s dumped and if Isee her face again, we got issues,” Jag replied.
Dutch looked to Georgie.
But she shook her head.“It’s his now.And he’s right.It’snot his job, or my job, or yours, or anyone’s to cushion her from whatever’scoming.It happened how it happened and now it’s Jagger’s,” she said.“So I’mnot going to ask any of you to let me cushion her from this.”
“She’sgonnabe pissed at you,babe,” Dutch warned.
“Well, I’ve been pissed at her for a few years now, it’s myturn, I guess,” she returned, and then she looked to Jag.“But if you want meto talk to her—”
“No, I got this,” Jag bit out.
Georgie nodded.
“I know I need a goddamned shot,” Hound declared, walking tothe kitchen.
Keely gave Georgie a look, Dutch, Jagger, then she followedher husband.
“Mwrr?”Murtagh asked, batting atthe leg of Jagger’s jeans with his paw.
“So now you like me, after you know the piece of ass I wastagging was taking me for a ride?”Jagger asked.
“Mwrrrrrrrr,” Murtaghanswered, butted Jag’s leg with his head before he ran his whole body down it.
Which meant Jag bent and picked him up, muttering, “You’renuts.”
“Murr,” Murtagh retorted.
“Don’t deny it.You totally are,” Jagger said, and Murtaghgave up on the conversation and started purring when Jag started scratchingbehind his ears on his way to carrying Murtagh to the kitchen.
“Does your whole family speak cat?”Georgie asked Dutch.
“Until now, I’d have said no.Now, Igottasay yes.”
She smiled at him.
And it was huge.
Chapter Seven
It’s Family
Dutch
Dutch woke as usual, on his stomach.
Not as usual, he felt something weighing on hislatand across the small of his back.
