"If this young man was doing things with Lyndall..."
I cut Silas a dark look. "He's eighteen and tried to big-name himself by stating he was twenty, but?—"
Cade raises a finger. "Devil's advocate here, but Lyndall's a kid. Fifteen. And even sixteen..."
"Lola swears that Lyndall told her this kid comforted her."
"Where?" Cade snaps.
"In her room."
Silas winces. "Fuck. Did...?"
I glare. "She might have tried to kiss him or something, but...clothes on. Definitely clothes on."
Cade pulls down his glasses on his nose to give me a long look. "Lola tried to kiss this guy?"
"No, dickwad. Lyndall."
Cade returns to what he's doing. "Ah, so you and Lola, huh? You charmed your way back in. With lies or without? Enquiring minds and all that."
"Can we concentrate?" Funny, but I don't want to joke about Lola. I don't want to brag about her, either.
And I love to talk shit and brag.
Even if I'm keeping the sex details to myself, I still love to brag.
So, why don't I now?
I honestly don't know. Maybe it's because I need to deal with this.
Or maybe I like the idea of keeping her as mine for a tiny bit longer.
Cade spins to face me in his chair. "You know your father isn't going to release him out of the goodness of his heart, right?"
I pace a little. "Yeah, I know. There are favors I can call. I was saving them, but..."
I pull my phone out.
"For you or us?" Silas asks. "We do enough work for clients that any favors we call on are ones we can restock another way."
"Depends," I mutter, not really listening.
Cade shakes his head. "No, it doesn't, because some know enough of your dad that if they let us cash in the favor, they will say we owe more. You know how it goes."
"And I'm chopped liver?" Silas folds his arms, and I look at them both over my phone.
"No, guys. This is my mess to fix. So, any favors I collect are favors owed to me. Not us. Me."
Cade's eyes narrow at me. "Look, no matter what youmight fucking think, dude, Daddy isn't going to just take that and hand him to you."
I shrug. "He might. Make it sweet enough."
Cade gets up and approaches. "Silas isn't as familiar with your father as I am, and you and I both know if he does this, knowing it's for you, then he'll consider this an ironclad deal. He'll take what's fucking offered and then consider you next in line in all the ways."
"I'm already neck-deep with him."
"You think that, but this is you getting in the well that's filling with water, pulling the self-locking lid down, trapping yourself."
