“Thank you. Truly.”
“There you are.” Some chick with black and purple hair saunters to the edge of the pool wearing chunky black boots that make my feet sweat just thinking about wearing them in this heat.
Kevlar wipes a hand over his face and leans against the edge of the pool. “What’s up?”
“No one opened the shop.”
“Fucking Kendyl. Did you try calling her?”
“No answer.”
“Give me a few and I’ll meet you there.”
“Sure thing, boss man.” She twists on her heels and I see her fully from the front. She’s got a full face of dark makeup, reminding me of a goth-looking doll. Monster High. A memory of playing dolls with my childhood best friend flashes in my mind. It’s fuzzy, but I can almost see her face. Her name hangs on the tip of my tongue. Chelsea or Charlotte. I don’t know, but it starts with a C. That I’m certain of.
“Where’d you go just now?” Kevlar stands before me, water dripping and glistening from his fit body.
“Nowhere.”
He licks his lips. “I’ve gotta head to work. You want to come with me or stay here?”
Chapter Three
Kevlar
I stare at Lacey in her denim cutoffs, tight-fitting tank top, and flip-flops. She can’t ride dressed as she is.
Wouldn’t be safe. She needs proper attire. Basic essentials. According to Combat, her memory could return at any time, or it could take days, weeks, or even months. There’s the possibility she never regains it. I’m not about to just turn her loose to fend on her own.
I know Prez worries with good reason. After the shit Shelby put all of us through, it’s hard to trust the people you know, let alone strangers.
“We’ll borrow something from the garage,” I tell her.
We cross the street to Saint’s Garage. Hash, Goose, and Poor Boy are on duty.
Goose is leaving the lot in the tow truck, and Poor Boy is under the hood of a truck checking the oil.
I find Hash at the front desk making eyes at Sunny, the chick Blood hired to handle the office.
“Need to bum a cage.”
“Who’s your friend?” His gaze roams up and down Lacey.
“My fist in your mouth if you don’t put your eyes back in your head.”
“So it’s like that, huh? Okay, player. I see you.”
“Shut the fuck up and give me the keys to one of the trucks, dumbass.”
“Testy. You need to chillax.”
I scowl at him, and he grabs a set of keys out of the cabinet on the wall.
“I’ll bring it back in a bit.”
“He was interesting,” Lacey notes as I open the passenger door for her.
“Hash is an idiot,” I grumble.
