No, Carla wouldn’t feel the loss of her tips.
It was clear Lottie ruled this roost, not as the headliner,but as the benevolent queen who looked after her subjects.
It wasn’t just her nephews, her sister, her mother, her “Andtell Tex I love him.”
It was just her.
With everyone.
And when he had her, he’d have all that in more ways thanshe was giving it now, and make no mistake, she was giving it now.
But she was holding it back.
And it was tearing her up.
She was nearly bursting at the seams to give all she had toMo.
And he wanted it.
Bad.
He wasgonnahave to tell Hawk.
Before he got her the fuck out of there.
This guy going uncaptured, they might never be able to comeback.
Mo was down with that.
Unfortunately, his mother and sisters wouldn’t be.Not tomention his nieces and nephews.
They had to get this guy.
And Mo had to stay sharp.
He had to…
His body went solid when he saw him.
Every Guy.
Very carefullyEvery Guy.
Slightly faded red polo shirt.But crisp jeans, like theywere new.
Not a match.
You didn’t wear new jeans with an old shirt.Most men forcedto go to the store, they stocked up.If he had an occasion he wore new jeans,he’d put on a new shirt.
And it was slightly faded, not stained, misshapen, fuckedup.
Casual.Like he grabbed whatever and threw it on when he didnot.He made that selection carefully.
Trying to fit in.
Trying to be Every Guy.
And he probably usually wore trousers.Or chinos.A suit.Way too uptight to wear jeans.Way too obsessive to let go even for that.
