He smiled, then glanced over at me. “True. But you could live there if you take the job. But it would be with him. And Daredevil unless something changes.”
I furrowed my brow. “You mentioned that yesterday. What could change?”
He sighed as he slowed at the light. “His brother is trying to buy a hockey team and wants him to come back to Chicago to help run it. I think he’s considering it.”
My eyebrows shot up. “They’ve got that kind of money?”
He nodded. “Yep. Texas oil family.”
That made no sense. “Why the hell was he in the Navy if he had that kind of life waiting for him?”
“Austin didn’t want it. Wanted to be his own man.”
I chuckled and ran my hand over the back of my head. “Do you think he’ll go back to Chicago?”
GQ gave me a sardonic smile. “Not if Greer Rowan has anything to do with it.”
Before I could ask who Greer Rowan was, he turned into the parking area beside a residential building. It wasn’t difficult to find where they were parked with the two police cars out front.
My eyes sought out the man I’d been waiting to see. The man ten years younger than me who’d caught my attention when we met a few years ago, then recaptured it in Vegas.
“John, you okay?” he said as he looked at me with a knowing smile.
Clearing my throat, I nodded. “Yeah, I was just getting a lay of the land.” I was such a liar.
GQ laughed, bringing me back to the present. “You’re gonna have to get out of the car for us to do our job.”
Normally I would have barked out a harsh response to his smartass comment, but who was I kidding? My life was on hold until we talked. So instead, I got out, closed the door behind me, and smoothed down my shirt and dark jeans.
A wave of realization washed over me. Shaking my head, I chuckled at my ridiculous behavior. I was acting like I wanted to impress him. But reminding myself I’d already had Brent didn’t quell the nerves. My hair had a little more gray than before, and deep down I hoped he still found that sexy.
When we closed the distance to the group, I looked over the faces of the men standing before me. But the one face I wanted to see wasn’t there.
GQ spoke to the police officers while I looked around for him. While they filled him in, I looked at Daredevil. “Where’s Brent?”
I was ninety-nine percent sure Austin knew what had happened between us that night in Vegas. He was at the club and watched us groping each other. It was embarrassing, really.
“Gone,” he replied.
A pang of disappointment shot through me. “What do you mean gone?”
“I mean he’s not here. His mother called right after he called GQ. Evidently his father was rushed to the hospital in Colorado Springs. So he left for the airport.”
Concern and disappointment filled me as I ran my hand over my head. “What happened?”
“I have no idea. She called and asked him to come home.”
Propping my hands on my hips, I wanted to go back to PDX and go with him. That was my big flaw. I tended to be overprotective, and I was almost positive he wouldn’t like that.
GQ turned back to us after he ended his call.
“The dealership is sending two tow trucks.” He looked around and frowned. “Where’s Dreamboat?”
Daredevil explained the situation, making GQ frown. “It has to be bad for her to call him.”
I was confused. “Why? The man is his father.”
He nodded. “Yes, but it’s his story to tell. Get enough alcohol in him and he’ll sing like a canary.”
