“I have called you by many names.”
“Yes and none of them are suitable for company,” Henry griped.
Rain smirked. “Net, that is not true…There’s: Sir Loin of Beef, Sir Cumference, Sir Render, Sir Rounds-a-Lot and my favorite…Sir Prise.”
Selena and I burst into laughter.
“Seems like you put a lot of thought into naming me.” Henry snapped as he didn’t laugh.
“No, I thought them up when we were vacationing with Carlos. Every time you talked on and on, I thought up a new one.”
“So are any of you going to tell me…” Selena paused. “How you all met?”
I felt grateful that this woman was so smart. Clever and beautiful. She didn’t ask how I saved their lives.
“Damn, Carlos. If you stare at her any harder, you are gonna go blind,” Rain quipped.
I snapped my head up and quipped back, “This woman is as smart as a fox. She is beautiful in ways you two will never know and she can kick your ass if you cross her.”
The room fell silent.
Henry nodded. “Yes, mate. I get it. It is hard to find a clever, deadly beauty. One day I hope to marry a gorgeous, highly educated hitwoman of my own.”
We all laughed.
Selena chuckled too and rolled her eyes. “I think Carlos exaggerates a lot.”
“Oh?” I asked her. Then I looked over at the guys and told them what happened, “There she was, with me limping under her arm and our bags were there too, while dropping two hitters with a silencer then jumping onto an elevator. All in less than sixty fucking seconds.”
The two men nodded at me and then they looked over at her.
“A girl you can bring home to your parents—” Henry halted. “Well, maybe notyour exactparents but you know what I mean.”
More laughter.
“Then she drives away,” Carlos exclaimed in awe. “Like what she did wasno thangand she takes me to the Mikey D’s drive-thru. Can you believe it?”
“Quarter pounders and fries?” Henry asked him with raised brows.
Nodding rapidly, Carlos replied, “Doubles, no less. She got me three of them and two large fries! Come on, you know that she has to be my dream girl.”
The two other men laughed as they nodded.
Rain looked over at me. “When we stayed with him during his convalescence, he sent us out for McDonaldsa lot.”
Henry nodded. “A lotmeans…Every. Damn. Day. That and Taco Bell. I still didn’t get it though, how did he always look so ripped when his diet was crap?”
“I am blessed that way.” Carlos did that flipping his hair thing with his hands again.
The pair of them grinned at him.
“You should have lost those abs this time though,” Henry said. “I remember when I heard about your coma. And it has been like six months.”
“No,” Selena said as she shook her head. “He still has them.”
“See?” Henry raised his hands. “And we have to be in the gym on the daily.”
“So…” Selena looked around then reminded us of her question from before, “How did a British bodyguard and a Russian tracker end up as amigos with…”
