He’s dressed appropriately in an outfit I’ve never seen him in before, so either he borrowed it, too, or it’s new. He’s in gray and orange with bold letters across the chest that saywicked good.
His shoulders look broad and his hips look narrow, and the pants make his ass lookreally wicked good. I grin at my own internal joke.
“What’s the smile about?”
“You just look cute.”
“Cute?” He clutches his chest. “An arrow through my fucking heart. You’re supposed to say I look badass.”
I chuckle. “Fine. You look badass.”
“Damn right, I do.” He jerks a thumb at the other guy. “Leaving the prospect to watch the bar while we’re gone. Plus, he’s got plumbing skills. I noticed the ceiling behind the bar was dripping. Might have a water leak. Could be from when they shot the ceiling.”
“Oh.” I’m embarrassed I didn’t notice, and hope Rock doesn’t think I’m doing a bad job. I look at the man. “Thanks for taking a look at it.”
He nods. “No problem.”
“Give him your keys.”
I hesitate, and Keno cocks a brow.
“You can trust him, Six.”
I pass them over, and the prospect goes inside.
Keno moves to my trailer and unloads my bike, putting it on the same trailer as his.
I fold my arms and throw out a hip. “Why are we taking your truck? Why not my car?”
He pauses strapping the bike down and rolls his eyes. “Are you seriously giving me a hard time about this? The truck is bigger, and it has more towing capacity. Plus, the clearance of the undercarriage is better. You’re driving a Chevy Malibu.”
He’s right, and we both know it.
“Fine. But only because you’ve already strapped it on.”
He jumps down from the trailer and folds up the ramp. “Is it that hard to just agree with me?”
I stick my tongue out at him and head for the passenger side.
He beats me to it and yanks the door open.
“I can open my own door, Sully.”
“Not while I’m around,” he replies.
I climb inside, and he shuts my door, then walks around the hood and slides behind the wheel.
As he starts the ignition, he stares at me. “Names Keno. Say it.”
It’s my turn to do the eye roll. “Keno.”
“I don’t go by Sully in this town, understand?”
I shrug and look out the window. “Whatever.”
“Hey.”
I turn back. “What?”
