Her breath as we carried folks from the bus.
Her words . . . that tone that?—
“Yes sir.”
Six laps wasn’t enough.
Time for a cold fucking shower.
Fuck.
Chapter 10
LONDON
Davey’s arm is hooked through mine as we stride down the sidewalk heading to the bar 53 apparently frequents after the end of a shift block. This is the first time we’ve been invited.
I guess that means something.
We did okay?
Owens invited Davey and me. And I can only hope I don’t make an ass of myself. It’s been an age since I’ve been out. I have Kels on standby if I need to bail.
My phone buzzes.
I slip it out of my handbag, swiping the screen open to read the message.
Don’t you dare behave, you know you deserve some fun. I’m on call waiting to be your driver. The courtesy also extends to your current arm candy.
“Did she just call me your arm candy, London?” Davey says, raising a brow.
I chuckle. “He.Kelvin. And yes, you’re my arm candy tonight.”
“Oh okay, as long as it’s alright withKel.”
I bump Davey’s shoulder with mine. “More than fine. Besides, we’re kin. Forged through literal fire, remember?”
Now he chuckles. “Damn, you are so right.”
“God, how hard was the last shift?”
“Brutal. Sometimes I second-guess every moment that led to this point. And some days, I can’t think of anything else I’d do. But still...”
He doesn’t have to finish his sentence. I understand.
“Tennison!” Sandy calls from by the bar’s entrance, waving a hand.
“Hey!” I wave back, and we file inside after him.
Inside is a smokey joint. It’s on the smaller side, with a bar and booths before the back opens to a small dance floor. The lighting is ambient, setting a cozy feel. Music courses through the joint, not loud enough to be obnoxious. Just right.
“Drink?” Davey leans in.
“Sure, whatever you’re having is fine.”
“Okay . . .” His brows lift toward his hairline.
“Sure, surprise me.”
