Way worse.
Because, filing through the foyer, was not just my big,wild-haired stepdad Tex.
Behind him came Lee.
Hank.
Vance.
Luke.
Hector.
Ren.
And Eddie.
The entire Hot Bunch (save Mace, but I figured he onlywasn’t there because he now lived in LA and he hadn’t been able to catch aconvenient flight).
Shit!
They all glowered at me as they trooped into my living room,trailed by Mo.
Mo was not glowering.
When he turned his head to look at me, he appeared to behaving trouble containing his mirth.
No.
No, no, no, no,no.
He didn’t get it.
This wasnotfunny.
I’d been onboard when Smithie had explained why he broughtin Hawk,wayon board, for a variety of reasons.
First, and arguably the priority, because the Hot Bunch runamuck in Denver in protection mode of one of their own was a very scary thing.
Second, and arguably the priority, because Eddie would tellhis wife, my sister, who would tell my mother, and the other Rock Chicks, andthey’d all be worried, just like everyone at Smithie’s.
And I couldn’t have that.
Now, it was very clear the men knew.
And now, they were ticked, not that they’d been kept out ofthe loop, that they hadn’t been asked to do the job.
And the Hot Bunch ticked was another very scary thing.
I needed to handle this.
Immediately.
I rushed to Mo.
“Mo—”
“Babe, go upstairs and put on some clothes,” he murmured.
