At that point, it didn’t really matter. Did it?
Jase stuck his head out of the cooler. “If you’re not back in two hours, I’ll sic Eli on you.”
Marlee rolled her eyes. “Like that will do any good.”
Jase rolled his eyes right back at her. “Have you met your husband?”
“Ex-husband,” Marlee corrected.
“Uh-huh.” Jase rolled his eyes.
Marlee rolled her eyes right back. “Fine. Two hours, max.”
“And if she tries to make you do anything illegal, immoral, or just plain inappropriate, just say no,” Jase added.
“Got it.” Marlee grabbed the keys to the delivery van.
“Marlee,” Jase said her name like it was the most important name in the world. “Just. Say. No.”
The way he said it made her whole spine shiver.
Sheesh. Babushka was intense, but Marlee could handle her.
“Jase,” Marlee said his name like it had the same amount of importance. “She’s like ninety. I got this.”
“Shit,” Jase muttered. He shook his head. “Take care of her. Don’t let her do anything stupid.”
What kind of trouble could Babushka possibly get Marlee into? She shook off the idea and hurried out the door, box in hand, to find Babushka and Lothario.
* * *
“Man, we have a problem,”Jase said from the door of Eli’s kitchen.
Eli glanced up from where he folded empanadas—his grandmother’s recipe. “Jase.”
“Man.” Jase marched into the kitchen without even washing his fucking hands. “We. Have. A. Problem.”
“Can it wait until after I’m done here?” Eli asked, his focus back on the dough in front of him. The last time Jase had barged in his kitchen to tell him they had a major issue was a week ago when Jase didn’t like where Eli had parked his Jeep.
For the record, Eli had been in his allotted spot, Jase had just wanted to use it to load his delivery van.
“It’s Marlee.” Jase shoved his hands on his hips.
Eli snapped to attention. “What about Marlee?”
“Babushka hijacked her, and I have no idea where they went. Neither are picking up their phones, and Marlee said she’d be back over an hour ago.”
Eli let out a breath. He didn’t need to freak out. “So they got sidetracked.”
“She said two hours.” Jase pointed a finger at Eli. “She said two hours and that was three hours and thirty minutes ago.”
Still not anything to be flipped out about. Eli would give Marlee a call, she’d answer, all would be good. He set the tray of empanadas aside, washed his hands, grabbed his cell, and dialed Marlee’s number.
“Hi, I’m not available right now…” Marlee’s voice said through the speaker. Eli pressed the end button. Shit.
“Where were they going?” he asked Jase.
“Officially?” Jase asked, his voice getting high-pitched at the end. “The museum for a delivery.”
