“Who was the friend?”
That coy smile came back. “Just a guy I know.”
“Who?”
She pressed her lips tight. “Someone who has someone who wouldn’t like hearing that he did me a favor.”
He imagined some guy with a girlfriend or wife that was fucking Desiree on the side. She didn’t seem to care about people crossing boundaries and betraying others, so long as she got what she wanted.
She flipped her hair back. “What’s the big deal about the car?”
“It just seemed odd that it was at the house and you’d go through all the trouble to get the car there when you could have just picked up Lucky the next day and driven her to the bar to get her car.”
“Well, I am her best friend, so it was no trouble at all. And I drop off Krystal at school early in the morning, then have to be at work. Lucky gets an early start as well and I wanted to be sure she had her car because she’d agreed to go out with me that night and I know it’s not really her thing. You know. Drinking. Dancing. Having fun. She’s such a boring homebody.”
“Nothing wrong with that.”
“Says the guy who owns a bar.”
“Maybe Lucky will be more comfortable going out with me.” He hoped so. But if not, they could have fun at home.
“Sure she will.” The tone of her voice said she didn’t believe it for a second. “Is that all you needed to know?”
“For now. Jase is still looking into everything.”
“I’m sure one of those guys we were with will probably be arrested soon then.”
He shook his head. “There’s no evidence they spiked her drink. In fact, I’ve watched the footage. There’s no indication either of them came close enough to her glass to spike it. So it must have happened earlier that night. Like right after Lincoln made her the drink.”
“I don’t see how. There was no one close enough to her then.”
He took a chance. “Except you.”
“What?” Lucky stood in the opening to the hallway, her eyes wide with shock by his statement. “Desiree would never do something like that to me.”
Hawk kept his gaze steady on Desiree’s, his heart telling him she might.
Desiree didn’t bat an eye. “Of course I wouldn’t. I love you. You’re my bestie. My ride or die.” That seemed to be laying it on thick.
Even Lucky seemed to think so when she raised a brow at Desiree. “It’s probably going to turn into another one of those things we never get an answer to.”
Hawk hooked his arm around Lucky’s shoulders and drew her into his body. He loved the feel of her against him. “You ready to veg?”
“Yes. Please.”
Desiree headed for the door. “I’m off to pick up Krystal from school. You’re looking better, Lucky,” she called over her shoulder, then opened the door and turned back to Hawk. “Be good to her.”
“Always.” It was an easy promise to make. One he’d keep no matter what.
Desiree sailed out, closing the solid wood door with a sharp thunk.
He held Lucky close and dove in for the kiss he’d really wanted to lay on her when he got home. He slid his tongue along hers, tasting the peppermint tea he kept on hand for Lyric now that she was pregnant and needed it to keep her nausea at bay in the early months of her pregnancy.
Lucky pulled him close, matching the intensity and need he poured into their kiss. She felt so good in his arms. So responsive. So giving. He couldn’t get enough. It would never be enough.
“I missed you,” he confessed again, then kissed her like he’d never get to kiss her again.
Lucky broke the kiss panting. “Missed you, too. You made my head spin.” She held on to his biceps, a pretty grin on her lips. “What were you and Desiree talking about?”
