She turned back to her laptop.
He leaned deeper into her and gave the screen his attention.
She clicked.
“No,” he said.
Another click.
“No.”
This went on for fifteen fucking clicks, he was getting overit when shit had to get done, and she hit her mousepad and the guy showed up onher screen.
“Fuck, that’s him.”
“Ohmigod,” Georgie breathed.
“Name,” Elvira demanded.
“Gary Bronson,” Georgiana told her.
“He’s one I looked up,” his fuckingmothersaid.“What do you want?Address?Car he drives?What?”
Before anyone could answer, one of a cluster of cellssitting on the bar started sounding.
Since the screen said Kraken Calling, he knew it wasGeorgiana’s.
She snatched it up, engaged, put it to her ear, and his headdropped once again that day, this time in disbelief at what he heard and theno-nonsense tone in which it was said from his cute, sweet, skipping Georgie.
“Talk to me, bro,” Georgie demanded.
Honest to fuck, he had no idea if he wanted to laugh orshout.
“Can someone tell me what the fuck is happening?”Boz asked.
“Really?” Georgie squealed.
At that, Dutch lifted his head, put his hands on her hipsand whirled her around to face him.
She was back to beaming.
“Where?Now?We’ll be there as soon as we can!Thanks!I oweyou one!Text the address and we’re on our way!See you soon!”She hung up andcried, “They have Carlyle!”
Dutch put both hands to her thighs, got close to her face,and sucked in a massive breath.
“Okay, did we just spend an hour sitting around the tabletalking about doing what our women were sitting at the baractually doing?”High sounded harassed.
“Seems like it,” Hop answered.
“Who’s Kraken?”Tack asked.
Tack didn’t miss much, and he was close, so he didn’t missthat.
“A street tough Georgie knows,” Dutch answered, staring upclose in Georgie’s eyes.
“The chick that skips knows street toughs?”Arlo queriedlow.
“Brother, clearly she’s an all-rounder.You should see thewoman in a robe.I’mgonnadream about that until theday I die,” Roscoe put in.
